My Clock
I walk
On a thin metallic needle
Behind a plastic seal
Beginnings are usually deceptive
Wider bases cleverly deceive
Towards fine tapering ends,
They lead?
Mislead.
Exploiting my needs
Hopeful susceptibility
The love for light
A little respite
Also cheats
Consoling myself
A dark patch maybe
I cement my belief
But a distant voice
Faintly speaks
The needle is painted black
Can't you see
That you can't?
Even if I could
I retaliate
Your scratched glass
This so-called protective shield
Would have obscured my vision
Curtailed my inherent abilities
Perfectly planned
Painted black
A tapering end
I obediently walk
Locked
The metal erodes
Facilitating the final fall
Tick tock
Tick tock
Copyright © Manal Khan | Year Posted 2010
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