The tap tap tap on the window pane,
The knock knock knock at the door,
The tick tick tock of the grandfather clock,
The echoing creak from the floor.
The howl of the wailing wind outside,
The sky as black as the grate,
The tumultuous boom of the storm within,
The time was approaching with haste.
The day of dread was upon us,
It was never going away,
It was time to face it head on,
The time was our Judgement Day!
If you enjoyed this poem, please consider giving it a like or dropping me a line in the comments section below. Many thanks, M.R.W
YOU ARE READING
The Assorted Drivel of a Student
PoetryA collection of poems written whilst studying, covering the highs and lows of education and growing up whether that be the stresses and strains put upon friendships; the growing experiences with love; the draining pressure put upon students or the g...
