Everything Broken
The tick of the clock drives me mad
The passage of time makes me sad
Sand trickling like blood through the hourglass
I grab the handle made of varnished brass
Tears blossom and parade from my eyes
Eerie echoes filling my ears with lies
Life was not supposed to be rife with strife
Yet deep into my flesh is buried a knife
My whole life I've just been a creep
Meek, perhaps, all I could do was meep
The clouds form a dull iron curtain
Separating me from Heaven I am certain
The rain falls upon my head
Like the tears I've longed to shed
Nothing matters and the hourglass shatters
And upon the concrete blood splatters
Sand seeps from my empty eye sockets
And vines erupt from my pockets
My hair falls out and wiggles into the ground
My mouth is open screaming but without sound
But there is a ringing throughout my head
A million voices uttering things I never said
And I burst sending sand flying everywhere
As people stop and begin to stare
The hourglass shards begin to reform
My blood has made the sand dark and warm
Perhaps I'm just a naughty nautical knave
Death is the thrashing traumatic wave
From which my soul could not be saved
And upon my tombstone it shall be engraved
The tick of the clock drove me mad
The passage of time made me sad
Everything inside me was broken
And in death I was finally outspoken
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2019
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