my broken thoughts 𐦍༘⋆

you're hearing things again

it's a broken thought
like the second hand
on your grandmother's clock
a familiar sound
it stutters throughout

not now darling
it rings and it rings
the annoyance
it's really getting in

who are you talking to?
the echo stands clean
oh now
not again

the youth of
a distant memory
comes out when
the hour marker
makes a rest

to hear the voices
faintly
to believe in your actions
questionably

a thought comes through
crystal?
clear.

what was that again?

not yet
the edge of the world
busted
out at the seams
it never was true
never as it seemed