Aenigma

Awake

I stare,

as the hands revolve through seconds and hours

and times ticks— takes— me lightyears away.

Where from every click, my tectonic plates shivers

and my core, pumping— beating— was engulfed,

absorbed in a black hole, emitting waves of misery

as gravity pulls— sucks— my eyes deeper into my cheeks.

I wait,

until the sun beams— screams— its red lights of agony.

And my every tear, was a liquid meteorite

that drips— drops pieces of melancholy out my chest.

Until God took the daylight from the skies himself

and time ticks— tocks— my mother's last breath

8/1/15