The poems of feelings and thoughts

The clock

Tick tock

I sit and wish for it to go

The stubborn clock with the squeaky hands

The chipped sides and paint falling off

The Gray back colour

The centres old wood

It takes to much room

Way to much room

I stare and wait for it to go

I think

As I though about that day

Sweet smell bright room

But the pain

Alone and frail body behind

Only one there for her was the clock

It was my only friend for the time

Yes the clock shall stay

For whom my friend was yanked away

Forever from me

It's my piece they left for me

I smile and open the window for light

I look back at the clock with the squeaky hands

Chipped sides and paint falling off

Yes that clock I love so dearly.

It was his and now it's mine

I stare out and wish for that clock to never go

~ever for its my clock~

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