Clocked Seconds

You are my time. I am the time-keeper.

Exhausted to an altered state

The reality seeps in

Breathing heavily in and out

A trickle of sweat

Makes its way down

Down

Down…

Deprived of everything

Craving something

Bequeathed nothing

Too emotionally drained

Can I fast forward?

Again

Again...

To the part where

Everything is all right again

Before it may just

Break me again.

Suddenly so aware of the silence

That muffles my thoughts

on pain

And suffering and despair

It fills my ears with nothingness

Like the sound of tears

to the happy man

This sense of purpose

Lost, until the memory

Of me and you

Begins again.

Author's Note

Please review. Thank you.

Reviews

[mirabella]

Wonderful writing and imagery. I began reading and couldn't stop! :)

[:-)]

Wow. This was... It took my breath away. This is powerful and wonderfully written.

And the title picture is smex.

Amazing poem. :')

[Tex]

Oh this is a masterpiece. very well penned. This:

Deprived of everything
Craving something
Bequeathed nothing
Too emotionally drained
Can I fast forward?
Again
Again...

is just incredible.

thank you for this wonderful poem.

[Talal Hussain]

Very well composed...great thought projected beautifully :-)

[Phillitup]

sad, well portrayed