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Poetry book explaining the sad feelings and emotions experienced by people. Provide a deeper understanding in certain things.

The Clock That Weeps

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by tulipkawaii

by tulipkawaii

A clock hangs alone,
Silent and still,
Its face etched with sorrow,
Its purpose unfulfilled.

Dust settles thick,
Its hands frail with despair,
Yet it moves to a rhythm
No one seems to care.

Each hour it whispers,
A cry in the dark,
Telling stories of anguish,
Leaving no spark.

It aches to be heard,
Its tales heavy with grief—
Of kingdoms forgotten,
Of lives cut too brief.

No eyes turn to see,
No ears pause to hear,
Its dance is for shadows,
Its partner is fear.

The clock reads the thoughts
Of those passing by,
Longing to comfort,
Yet left to deny.

Its stories are gifts
That vanish like mist,
It pleads for a listener,
But none will persist.

Its hands grow weary,
Its melody fades,
A slave to the truth,
Bound in endless charades.

It yearns for release,
For silence, for peace,
But chained to the wall,
Its sorrow won’t cease.

The clock dances alone,
For a world that’s moved on,
Telling tales of its longing,
Long after it’s gone.