Rainy Days [Poetry]

The Clockmaker's Son

you.
inferior, I see.
how shocking.
what a shame it must be
to be the sun to a dead man’s grief 

I wonder if I could save you.
but then, not all trash is salvagable
you’re so fragile you’re damagable
what a pity, what a sin
you used to be something
but now you’re a ghost of a person
they will never find hope in

yet you sit away, knocking on wood
you carve out pretty figures and doll boots
and they claim that you’re misunderstood
what a joke. you’re just a human robot.
you’re filled with a hope the world forgot.
in fact, it’s strange that you even got through this
this world is hard but yet you manage to resist

and something about that intrigues me
is that how you’ve always been?
so simple, not knowing trivialities
to you, life is as simple as could be
you store memories in a music box
up in the attic, the only thing you ever bought

because your life is borrowed
you live on as clocks tick all around town
the clock shop’s a hand-me-down
yet you manage to fit into it so perfectly
I can’t help but be intrigued by this travesty

for you’re an odd brown in a world of grey
we’re all dull but something about you feels strange
your father’s dead, yet your eyes shine in comfort
content with selling knick-knacks and fixing clocks
perhaps it’s for a living, but how are you so sure?
how are you so morally stable in times of crisis?
we’re all scattered shades of grey and I’m tired of it
please, I know I’m not a broken clock, but fix me -

I'm tired of this crisis. help me feel whole again.
teach me what it means to find comfort in sadness.
you may be a clockmaker’s son, but with you, I forget
bad memories haunt me and I think I’ve started to go mad

and so maybe we’re not meant to be.
you’re not inferior, yet I’ll still bathe in superiority
unable to get down from this hell of class divide
you’ll watch me and I’ll watch you
trying my best to keep my sanity from turning blue

but one day, the time will come and my candles will flicker
dead ghosts will haunt me, and I’ll start to shiver
darkness will overwhelm me, and I’lll feel bare
no longer will the riches I've depended on clothe me
I’ll be as exposed as a graveyard at night
as loneliness starts to suck out my light

but although that day will come, I’ll think of you
I'll let the clock tick as my mouth tries to stammer
a thank you message that I know I’ll never deliver
I’ll let my eyes dream of your brown ones as my world fades
trying to hold on to that comfort until my world goes grey 
into a realm where only your reliability will be able to lead the way

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hello  !! sorry if this isn't very good !! i hope you liked it, and that you were able to kind of spot the small symbols that i put in here and there :") it's quite long, even for me, but it's a nice welcome! anyway, have a wonderful day ahead. take care! <3

+ if you want an explanation or if you're confused, i'd be more than happy to provide one :)