The Clock It Mocks
Left out in the cold
Silent night; my jilted star
That once blazed in cherish across her world
That once lit up her heart and twinkled her toes
Now, no longer glows
Once; upon a long time ago
A memory now of old forgotten times
A star now in decline
It lies there – dead
A death star now exploding into Supernova’s
Of hope
Hoping against useless hopelessness
That bleeds you to the core when
Drowning in repetitive
Wonderment
To choking on what could have, should have
Been
Before Him…
Before. It was just Us
Her hands, I clearly see, frozen in pantomime
Of words unsaid
They spilled across the floor like a whore
His smell upon our bed
Insanity climbing through my head
It spreads, like a disease
Only time can purge
Only the clock
It mocks
Tick tock
Tick tock…
"Write me sad"
11 September 2014
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