To Block the Clock
TO BLOCK THE CLOCK
Oh 'tis grief with no relief
does make this man shed his belief
no days nor years to be my cure
with only hunger and time i must endure
each sun rises from the dark
and i to dismiss the lilt of a lark
early morning wiings favored to fly
and i with but another eve's goodbye
this a wound bares well its source
with my flesh and soul of course
oh a blade gripped well by time
robbed of reason, remorse in rhyme
it is excrutciating hating the damnable clock
with sorrow the second hand cannot block
oh by time 'tis torment sent
both it an its accomplice will not relent
time's aide the clock bares a bloody palm
no comfort in any prophecy or psalm
only wounds and worry of time a thief
and oh 'tis grief with no relief
(c) 2011.....Phreepoetry ~free cee!~
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