As the Clock Ticks

[tectak]

The clock ticks “one, two,” as all other noise fades.
And only silence remains,
except the clicking, the ticking, the time of the day.
Pain comes, pain goes, like the tides on the shore,
and after moaning and groaning, I only hunger for more.
I sit in this chair
watching the clock,
watching the minutes the hand has struck.
So what do I hear when silence remains?
Only the clock ticking “one, two,” as all other noise fades.

There are times of peace and times of war,
as I sit upon this chair.
But what I find when I don’t turn to You
is that the clock does not seem to care.
For I am only here for a fraction of all.
Within a matter of seconds a nation can fall.
So what do I hear when silence remains?
Only the clock ticking “one, two,” as all other noise fades.

And when I sit up, I stand up, I leave this dull room,
and through the door I slowly slip out.
I ask Him “how many minutes past noon?”
He says “None, time is built by mere man.
I watched nations rise just as quickly as they fall.
My child you were only there for a fraction of all.
So what you hear when silence remains,
and the clock ticking “one, two,” just as well fades?”

Revision
The clock ticks on as all noise fades,
but the clicking, ticking, time of day. a redundant line
Pain rises and recedes, like the tides on the shore, rises and falls or approaches and receeds. There is only one tide per shore.
and after moaning and groaning, I hunger for more. I shot an elephant in my pyjamas...moaning and groaning tides? Why on earth would you want more? Oh. it rhymes with shore. Forced.
I sit in this chair watching the clock,
growing pained with every minute struck. Nonsense line. Not worthy. Cut it out. See! It makes no difference...but its much quieter without the bloody clock chiming ever minute!
So what do I hear when silence remains?
The clock’s ticking as the other noise fades.Yes...I think I've got that.

There are times of peace and times of war, Cliche...you don't say?
as I sit upon this chair. Believe me, the good and bad go on whether you sit on your chair or not!
What I find when I don’t turn to Him
is the clock does not care. Oh. God's popped in to pass the time of day...and once you had a chat over a tea and a bath oliver out he came with a stunning god-sent revelation...the clock cares. Be careful of over weighty pronouncements attributed to your God. Though possibly true for you is not necessarily a "truism".It comes across as preachy and evangelical.
The terror being that life is a fraction of all.
Within a matter of seconds a nation can fall. well worn old sweater. Threadbare.
So what do I hear when silence remains?
The clock’s ticking as the other noise fades.

When I stand up I leave this dull room; Hang on. You've stood up and left the room, through the wall, presumably. Then you are back in and decide to use the door. These lines need looking at
through the door I then slowly slip out.
I ask “What made it all the way through?” It was inevitable. You have lost your own plot. Things started to go to hell when god arrived.You went off on another track, but like a lost husband, you are telling your wife that this is the way you meant to go. Not convinced.
He says “Nothing in time is devout.
I watched nations rise just as they fall.
Your time is but fraction of all.
So what do you hear when silence remains,
and the clock’s ticking then just as well fades?” Bet he didn't. He is usually much more profound than this. I expected him to end with "...any chance of another biscuit?"

You are trying to be too profound, too often, in too many ways, in too long a poem.

The thing was ticking along nicely on the clock idea, then you just got carried away. Not sure that you are entitled to put words into god's mouth. It smacks of hearing voices. I once heard someone say " God said, and I think he may be right..." . Think on.
Best,
tectak