A ticking clock
Breaks the encampment of
My mind
A broken stock
Is to what returns the
Last of mine
I'm enshrouded so
By my own misgivings
I've resounded so
Amongst my own forgettings
I have yet to forgive myself
A loon, I am, I guess
A madman, they say, I am
I'm broken, I think, I can
A test
Am I what I say?
Tick
Tock
The dials turn
Wires crossed
Lights illuminate
Motors whirr
Gears churn
Belts relay
Among myself I am lonely
But yet me
Among others I am different
It's something they all see
A group diverges from the rest
And sees me.
I look back unto
My cold past, making me weep
With you, I repent
My subtle mindset
Blinded by near victory
Strays me from my course
I am not alone
As I am part of a whole,
I'm part of a 'we'
Together, we rid
Ourselves of our dreary pasts
At last, we relieve.
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoesiaI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
