this clock on the wall, echoes through my heart's lonely walls
it laughs in seconds the pulsation of years long past
its hands stroke the circumference of my soul it thralls
it writhes against my memories in an outward cast
if only to rewind this torturous menace of time
step rearward beyond the past where you claimed my weary soul
to love you less, free my heart's chambers from this frozen clime
reclaim myself from your shadowed clutches and emerge whole
would pathways of my strides vestige less in absence of you
or become aberrated in the distance of time's beat
would my soul escape darkness and linger in brighter hues
or remain lost in the echoes of this clock's haunting bleat
October 8, 2019
If only we could turn back the hands of time Poetry Contest
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A broken leg has undergone
Or been subjected to fracture;
It takes a lot of pain and time
Before the injury will cure.
A broken home or family
Is disunited by separation;
Shattered by couple's divorce
Or by one parent's desertion.
A broken vow or promise
Isn't kept by word of honor;
Violated by transgression,
By lies and deceptive favor.
A broken heart and spirit
Are wounded, weak or wimpy;
They're crushed and sorrowful,
Mend them to heal completely.
A broken bale of hay
Is not complete or full;
Life is fraught with flaws,
Patch or cover the hole.
A broken mountain ridge
Is odd and aberrated,
Life's foes and blocks abound,
True faith won't be defeated.
Anyone in gentle posture
That life breakers madden;
Be calm under pressure,
Fix what's been broken.