Thursday, August 26, 2010

The Broken Clock

Time alone stands still for some.
I watch the clock; to it's torture I succumb.
I hear it's click; it never fades!
It's an everlasting echo; it plays and plays.
I sit in fear, watching, waiting.
When will this nightmare start deteriorating?
I am trapped in time. I wish for tomorrow.
I am mocked by the hands that point at my sorrow.

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