Hourglass, Spindle and Lifeless Doll

A string wrapped around a spindle Unwinding as an hourglass marks time Sand trickles to the chamber below Marking the moments of my life Questioning “have you truly lived” The sound of silence drives me mad The hourglass drags me back in time I relive the nightmare of my dread Memories that should never be The torture chamber of his design Unraveled bits intertwined Screams strangled by the darkness Night terrors Rocking to my internal beat Feeling an ache too deep to express Betrayal Confusion I cannot protect her from him She seems so small Holding that lifeless doll Rocking there on this floor We share that same internal beat Together we cry Together we rock As the clock strikes midnight Silence breaks I am dragged forward The hourglass sits motionless on his desk at the bottom a pile of white sand If only time could truly stop After winding the string back onto the spindle I start rocking again Alone here in the dark Thinking of her lifeless doll.