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