Time Is the Knife
Each week that goes by
Draws more blood from my veins
Time is the knife
Inflicting my pain
I count the hours
Minutes, per day
Like a harrowing crash
I can’t look away
From the steady tick tick
Of the clock on the wall
Reminding me daily
That you haven’t called
Each shift of the hand
Seals further my fate
Stabs more at my heart
Locks tighter the gate
Ironic, is it not?
That you used to be mine
And we started..and ended...
In a moment in time.
Copyright © Jessica Walls | Year Posted 2007
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