Literary Orphans

Last Strand by Marianne Lu

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Tick.

 

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Steady heartbeats

Shatter

The interminable silence.

Engraved upon a worn frame,

And etched into two hands,

Are forgotten whispers, that

Mark the minutes and hours…

Precisely, endlessly.

Every tick

Every monotonous tock,

Is an unspoken warning ––

Fogged up with memories of the future

And anticipation of the past.

Mankind, behind their sleepy ignorant lashes,

Forget that the world still bleeds and burns

Forget that their own cleverness will bring upon them their destruction

Forget that the only things holding their world together are shivering strands of hope…

The Grandfather clock,

Witnesses these two-legged monsters.

And silently absorbs their colorful history.

Forever impassive.

Forever silent,

Forever vigilant.

It does not speak its secrets,

It does not voice its fears.

The grandfather clock merely ticks,

Unnoticed and disregarded,

As the world perishes around its tattered edges.

How long can mankind carry on like this

Until the last shivering heartstrings

That holds their world together shatter,

And the weathered hand of the grandfather clock

Ticks midnight,

And ticks no more?

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Marianne Lu is from Beijing, China, but currently attends school in Massachusetts. Apart from reading and writing, she enjoys running and having philosophical conversations with her friends (or anyone, really). 

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