Contdown until the good life

depression, that is all there is

The clock is ticking down like a the counter on a bomb

Each little noise causes me to twitch

It hits on nine and then it doubles back

 My heart lurches at the movement of that hand

Like it is waving goodbye

 

Why does the second hand always come in last?

Why is the future still seeing the past?

Can you give my broken heart a cast?

Or will I have to countdown until my life is over?

 

The sand is running out of the glass

Each solitary grain holds my attention

Each one of them steals another moment from me

But then I remember sand can become glass

And it does denying time, denying life

Becoming transparent

Like the tears I am crying.

 

Long moment hide my eyes

I stand with a broken spine

And nothing left to hide

Because I lost my lies

The second I decided not to survive

Until my life got good again.

 

Reviews

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i am speechless.... the best i have ever read... its just wonderful...

i found each line so deep... but my fav. is

But then I remember sand can become glass

And it does denying time, denying life

Becoming transparent

Like the tears I am crying.


wonderful..just wonderful

[Delilah Dunn]

I will not try to take away from your words with my own, but I will state simply that this poem has touched my heart because I feel like its words were already written there. Thank you for the powerful read.

[Areya Valena]

This. Is. Amazing. In a nutshell thats all I can say...