Possession
Your two hands are tied together at their wrists,
Yet continue to embrace the twelve figures on your silhouette,
Your movements are gentle,
Subtle and almost silent, yet
Possessive,
Stealing every second given,
You never stop, never wait.
Even when you become broken,
You are right twice a day.
No, you do not control time itself,
But without you,
Time does not exist.
Copyright © Ella Andersson | Year Posted 2022
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