you're a rusty clock
thrown on the side of a road, unwanted
lacking substance, but instead
nostalgic feelings you can't quite seem to recall
your gears won't turn
they're rusted with the blood
that you cut out so many years ago
you're broken and your face shattered
so peer inside my inner workings, i dare you
and see if you can fix it
YOU ARE READING
a dreamer's anthology
Poetryi make myself obsolete stringing words across my skin, follow me on my journey through the dark wood of my mind
