My Grandfather's Clock

Tears for yesterday problems.

The simplest of things, a mission for the weak-minded.

Will power, lost with the happiness.

Tick...Tock...Tick.....Tock.....

Time, slipping away through my hands.

Running down my legs.

Answers, all I wish for you to show for my questions. 

Planned and collected. 

Left in a prison of thoughts.

Caged in, with nowhere out.

Trapped in my grandfathers clock.

Swinging back through seconds, minutes, hours.

Trying to catch my last memory of you.

Grabbing hold, and never letting go.

Chiming ringing out the silent kisses.

Waiting till the tune of 12.

Last lock of our lips.

Running out and far.

Passing through short instants.

Caught by my breath.

Realising that will be the last time I'll ever see you.

Once again, my checks are wet from sadness. 

Reviews

[Silent_Whispers]

This seems like a very sad poem but also very personal.
There's a use of a lot of strong imagery which i really like.
I think this poem is very beautiful because it has so much meaning
and so much personal input. Really enjoyed reading it.