POEM: THE CLOCK ON THE WALL

I used to read that clock on the wall

Like a book, its story never changed

The plots and characters stayed the same

The pain and the tears

Were the same all these years.

 

Until one day it rearranged

Altering time, we were estranged

Floating between ruinous places

Empty and dark like eyes on our faces

Drifting through infinite time

 

The clock on the wall has no hands

They melted off when the hours died

The minutes faded, obliterated

Only seconds are left and they are repeated

We are defeated.

 

Ticking away, killing the day

The clock is a face without any eyes

It never sees what it destroys

Even though wingless, forever it flies

So, break down the wall and the clock will fall.

 

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