A Clock

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Tick tock... Tick tock... Tick tock the clock goes on and never stops no matter what. Just going and going, if you stay in the past. Time moves on with or without you, you're gonna have to adapt or time leaves you. Forgotten by time left to live in the past, memories pain or happiness. Can't tell empty just nothing, no emotions why? I don't know and I don't know if I want to know either. A black hole in ones mind that sucks every emotion out... Nothingness darkness, what do too wall do.

Just staring, wondering when something will happen. So I can maybe start to feel something or I something happens and I'm gone, just gone leavening everything behind... Here I feel nothing that black hole sucks everything out of one's mind it hurts to feel nothingness emptyness. It's straggling making.... Breathless. Out of air.

A red string around one's neck. A red string all over arms, finger, legs, toes. Tighten enough no movement stillness. Can't move even when I want to move but the black the darkness, emptyness, nothingness comes back and sucks everything out. Why let this why did I let... mind get to this point. I'm being strangled no one cares about... ending all of this. Making... insane, mad, crazy. I can ask for help no no one would care even the therapist wouldn't and I don't blame them. Even I don't care about ..self.

I can't do anything, I don't know what to do, I want to do something. It's stopping.. , strangling. Never being able to see the light of the tunnel, only seeing darkness...

Wait maybe I'm seeing light...

Can you see it...

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