Monday, 12 August 2019

Ticking Clocks


Shards of this broken heart tore scars
ripped deep cuts through the stars
doubt crippled, as the waves of memory rippled through
did I do enough, the day runs on repeat, a constant review

The tired alarm, the shouts as the world shifted its view
sirens blare and wail through, memories wont let me see through the grey blue
the day stood still, the clocks all stopped
and tears wouldn't flow, like a broken watch that time forgot

Emotionally I go through the motions
my brain wont stop running. so much noise a constant commotion
I'm fine, I lie, I smile whilst deep inside I cry
did I do enough, the words repeat each night

And the bells didn't ring, the chimes dulling
time stalled that dark morning
wish that time would start again,
wish I could cry, tears would fill lochs
and every night I dream of ticking clocks

Thanks for reading, 
Peace & Love.
Kyle.

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