There's this little black clock
At the end of my bed
It tells me the time
But doesn't calm my head
If anything it makes me a wreck
Too late for this
Too early for that
Until one day the clock
Stopped motion
Not a second on earth
Controlled my decisions
Not a minute in the world
Stopped me from arriving
Not a hour in the universe
Stopped me from saying hello
But all too suddenly
I got a new time teller
And if I had to blame
Something for my insanity
I would blame the little black clock
At the end of my bed
-a.j.c
YOU ARE READING
The Bullshit Journal ~ by a.j.c
PoesíaJust another idiotic poem book That will never be anything more And you probably won't read any of this. But if you do. You must have felt pain like this to understand any of it. If not, and you still understand. You're just lying to yourself.
