The Android Asks Why Are Your Eyes Leaking
The stillness of the moment, as the love lies in pieces.
Standing there with time frozen, to wallow in the regret.
A worried mind that's racing, to find some outlandish scheme.
As the clock's hands fall, sounding like nearby thunder.
A vision of a mirror, how it's lying there, broken.
A piece with an eye looks back, as night's curtain slowly falls.
2/18/21
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2021
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