Hand of a Clock
28 years of life
I've experienced life and death
Contemplated suicide
Thought about how it would feel to take my last breath
On my death bed
Eyes turning from brown to black
My visions are blurry
On the verge of having another panic attack
I didn't realize what I could be
Couldn't diagnose my own mental state
Couldn't escape my own insecurities
Cried because I was too scared to face my own fate
I fell into the bottom of the lake
Buried by rock after rock
My worst fears became a reality
Moving slowly like the hands of a clock
Tears poured down when I saw the expression on her face
Grabbing my hands and pulling me in
It was like the pain had been sucked out of me
Knowing I could turn to her if I felt this way again
We prayed together
Prayed to God with love
Prayed for a second chance
Knowing our loved ones will continue to look down on us from above
Copyright © Dennis Baze | Year Posted 2011
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