Despair
Every afternoon at 12:24
Dwell the long gray moments in the middle
Bewildered and lost in a dark tunnel
With no merciful light on either side
Five days a week just at 12:24
Dwell relentless wormlike tickings of time
And every time I look, hoping for hope
The cold face always says 12:24
Stuck in the road, rolled into the gutter
Down to a silent screeching stop, and I
Can’t go forwards or not even backwards
Time’s cruel trick leaves me at 12:24
In some years it might be 12:55
And heaven’s trumpets sing Oh glory! But
Every afternoon at 12:24
I despair.
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