Breadcrumbs: A Poetry Collection

Clock Watcher

There must always be a clock nearby
Analog with a crooked second hand
Is and Vs that are loosing their meaning
To flashing phone screens
Beeping boxes that flash and hum
Wristwatches with glowing faces

There must always be a clock nearby
So that I may always see the time
Eliminating the uncertainty of life
Through a constant pattern
Numbers that repeat the same way
Day after day after day

There must always be a clock nearby
The corporal need to be on time
If I can't satisfy those who trust in me
What kind of person am I?
Losing myself in ticks and tocks
I know each second like an old friend

There must always be a clock nearby
Nervous pacing on cold tile floors
Intently waiting for the number to change
Cut the clock up like a piece of pie
Into savory intervals that taunt and tease
Fifteen more minutes, now ten, now five

There must always be a clock nearby
A refuge from time's impending march
Ensuring that I never miss a second
Or blink when a moment arrives
I wait patiently for the moments to come
With my eyes glued to the clock