The hour hand goes slower
When time needs to disappear.
The second hand will never move.
As tho it seems, it stayed in place
When you wish it the most
To be faster or just gone all
Together.
When time is pain and pain
Is slow.
Feeling every second scar your
wrists.
Under the hands and the face,
Clockworks...Confusing and
Tangled.
Just like my past and my not
So near future and my end that seems
So much closer.
I ripped off the hour hand.
It was too slow and the ticking of when
It did move was insanity at its best.
I threw away the second hand.
It too was slow and crazy.
To give up is a mistake.
But it's all you ever knew, it always
Never seems to phase you in the slightest.
I ripped the clock off the wall
And screamed with the crashing of all
The distorted pieces.
Cleaned up and threw them away.
Who needs a reminder of a broken
Future anyway?
 
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