Blind Clocks
Don't remember me
Take me off the books
There is nothing to believe in
Hold onto something in your world
I was not worthy or excited
About anything beyond my 30s
Our lips never melted together
As the heat of youth dissipated
Don't be sad
Nor shed a tear at my end
I was just another in a long line
Of forgettables
Stones sit above the graves
Until the weather wears them
No one will understand the writing
Of this dead language
What did I do for you
Ah I mourned you in my days
Your gifts were so simple
As I was falling in love
But we missed each other
In this psychotic life
Passing through a few years
When our faces were closer
We didn't see each other
As the swirl around us took
Our attentions away from
The important things
We needed them less so
Losing moments that surrounded
Clocks ticked our seconds away
Their blind faces became ours
Barry G. Wick
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1 comment:
Beauiful so true, I am slowly going into this.
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