Deep From the Heart

[ three ]

" and all you hear is

the tick the clock makes

the flick of a pencil

being thrown at the back

of your head, all you want

is to go back

to the moment before everything changed

how you want to revise and rearrange

the pits and pieces

but you, you're a fighter

and they, are nothing

nothing compared to how

amazingly strong and stable you are, avoiding

the annoyance, motivationally resisting

or withstanding the temptation

so the clock ticks, and ticks

and all you hear is the flick of paper,

being tossed to the trash. "

-nat