Unwind
Unwind
I see before me an interminable
Ages and hours repeated in seconds
Their voices I never heard
Stretch out
Creep-able
Yawn at the very least !
Un- breathed promises
To wait
Garrotte the days
Before they have happened
Twenty-four hours
To the next one
I see my impatient count to twenty-ninth
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick
In the agony of thirty
I can declare
But cannot speak
Of
Tick
Tock
Tick
Clock
Has only just begun its slow unwind
My head to full
To make any sense
And pick from grey matter porridge
My only defense
Clock
Tock
Tick
Thick and sullen
I
Wait
And pressed to the hurt
I know is to come
I
Wait
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick
As the coiled frustration
Doesn’t loosen
In its pause
Holds this scrap
Of forward motion
In plastic bags
Of emotion
I eat
Sickening
In every second
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Damn
The
God damn
Clock
Tock
Tick infuriation’s
That leave me so hung
So immobile
So spent
Worn out
Unsporting I
Have retired to count miniscule motes
In the brackish blood vinaigrette
Of romantic source
And beat my head
Upon dull thud walls
And slap my heart
Where my rapture bawls…………………tick
Tock
The endless
Clock
That mocks resolve
And shivers me cold
Heartless
And bends my will
As easily as an Iron rod of pointlessness
Tock
Tick
Tock
I see before me
The damnable brute
Of sweeping needle
Clock
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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