A Butt Load

Okay, don't judge. This is still a rough draft. However, it holds everything I've been feeling as of late. Good luck with the symbolism and the metaphors. (Sorry... I'm an English Major...When do we ever directly say what we mean???) :)
~Spooner

THE WATCH

I hear a consistent ticking noise coming from somewhere nearby

I ignore the sound and keep typing, until it starts pounding

Louder and louder the ticking seems to get. I turn away and sigh

I go on with my business until the noise has me drowning

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock; will it ever stop?

I frantically search the room looking for the source

Rummaging through this, throwing that, then plop

A watch falls out of the mess in my hands; of course!

I pick up the annoyance and stare blankly at it

How can something so small annoy me as much as this!

I see myself reflected back at me within the face of it

I pause a moment as my mind wanders to things I missed

The watch was laden with Gold

Each number perfectly designed

I touched it, the metal so cold

It mesmerized me into a bind

The perfect hands pointed to midnight

Did it really get that late?

Staring at it came a trick of the light

I noted the particular date

A man reflected behind me

Within the face of the watch

Though he really didn’t see me

His deep red eyes I caught

Shaking my head I moved across to my desk, putting the watch away

Brushing off the disturbance, I returned to my work at hand

Yet my mind flicked back to the drawer that held everything at bay

Ignoring, typing, thinking… Oh! Devil watch, how much more can I stand?

My mind rushes back to the image of the man reflected within that clock

I faintly hear the ticking, deafened by the dark black drawer behind me

I have so much work to do I don’t have time to stare at a stupid watch!

In my heart something impels me, the pulse of the ticking I can almost see

Once more I try to ignore the rudeness of such an irritating device

I persist in calculating numbers, planning lessons, and writing letters

Steadily I toil to the tick tock tick tock tick tock that puts me in a vice

Working to the sound of the watch, daydreaming, the image blurs

Throwing aside my work, I ran

To the drawer, and the ticking again

Once more I held the watch in my hand

I cannot win! I stood pouring over it again

I noticed the band that it was pure white

Yet spotted in parts with specks of black

The watch was ideal, an immaculate sight

Yet something about it set me back

A vague-looking heart in a crimson red

Tainted the inside of a beautiful band

My senses heightened, I sit on my bed

Studying it, I find the expensive brand

I look at my reflection again in its face

The man is no longer staring behind me

Yet something else has taken his place

Towering there an immense red building

A tear slow and gentle fell upon the jewelry in hand

Which rolled softly off its face, onto its lovely band

Clutching tightly to the watch I brought myself to stand

And threw it back onto the bed, where it would safely land

A fear came tumbling over me, crashing all my thoughts

Waves of emotion had empowered me, staring at that clock

The red bedspread had cradled me while I was deep in thought

I hadn’t noticed the watch stopped ticking at exactly one o’clock