Whispers from the heart

Tick too...

I built a world with clocks
thinking I could have enough time
and conjure a poem
fit for you
Even outsmart all
and cry out with Joy
"I have all the time I need"...
So I used the handles to craft
sturdy and starry bridges
between those I care about
but the handles broke
and all the bridges crumbled down
one steel at a time
while those little numbers
where the people stood
simply melted and turned to a puddle
of savory tears...
The glass shattered into a million shards
that fell from the dark sky
and took the form of little snowflakes
dancing on my skin
and inflicting beautiful wounds
that bloomed and allowed blood
to ooze from the scars...
And now, now I lay in a world
where time is no more
simply broken glass
crooked handles
and melted numbers
hang on the barren walls
and cover the floor...
All I wanted was more time
more time to reveal to you
what this ticking heart of mine
wished to paint to you
But I suppose time is not beside me
it has been simply there
waiting for the right moment to strike...
Tick one more time heart
tick or else you too
shall perish...
Tick, or did you
shatter too?

MT-15-3-2015

Thoughts? I have been sick, hence I haven't been here this past week... I will catch up as soon as I can... And I am all good now :)