Wretched Hour

She stares at the hands of the clock

Willing them to stir

But they stubbornly cling

To the wretched hour

 

If only, she could go back in time

Where she and her lover would never part

Or at least if she could move forward

With a patched up heart

 

But she is stuck in the wretched hour

She feels incapacitated

In desperation her eyes follow

The tick tock of the clock

Author's Note

This is my first attempt! Do let me know what you think.