Honouring the four walls

 

Whiling away the hours,

altering the hands on the clock

to make time move quicker,

but time keeps a steady pace,

as blood pulsates with

anticipation to see

where the path will lead today.

 

Twiddled thumbs

don't make the hour come

any quicker.

Frittered moments,

flutter but never 

seem any swifter.

Whittled minutes

weaved into wistful wonderings

don't make time pass, 

just kindles fires.

Embers enabling

energetic imagery

to break free,

but time doesn't move

any more quickly.

 

Wasteful hours

honouring these four walls.

I sprawl out 

and put my faith

in the ceiling to share

with me some insight,

but inside thoughts

never release. 

Just keep you

under lock and key,

wearing away at your sanity.

 

I tore the clock

from its nail marked spot.

The ticking noise had to stop.

The rot had started to climb the walls,

As had my thoughts.

If I had any thoughts at all.

Is this how downfall feels?

Or is this just another night

where time ticks to a crawl?

 

 

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