The Clock Upon the Wall

The reality of it all.... The clock upon the wall Broken, the crystal glass, cracked Dust covered, and no longer The turning of its hands But I remember, I remember When it was new.... First, placed upon that wall The wall, walls, curtainless windows Molding, paint upon their sills Panes, staring in, thinking of when The sliding glass door, but No one lives here, anymore Still, looking back, looking past Echoing laughter.... Voices, faces, silhouettes, this silence The clock upon the wall The wall, walls, thinking What yesterday can you hold? What memory? What moment? Can you touch the air? Can you feel it within your hands? Is it tangible? Can it be held? It all disappears, the past An illusion, that no longer exist Nor, shall it ever again! Shall it, shall it ever appear? Then why, do so many spend their time Throwing away, this day? This moment, that may be their very last Breath? Walking within places, wherein nothing, lives Except, in their eyes, their minds, their Life, Time, "Today!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The clock upon the wall....