The Sad Clock

A broken clock sits on the living room wall no longer useful.

No ticking no moving no motion at all, as this broken clock sits on the living room wall.

If a clock could feel I imagine it’d be sad, hands just dangling no fun to be had. Remembering a day of constant excitement, attention and glances from each direction not any longer with such imperfection.

I had a job he’d say, and I failed so greatly.

My hands don’t move, they all must hate me.

I sit broken on the living room wall, no ticking no moving no motion at all.

The life of a clock is long and strenuous, and if this clock could feel he’d be glum.

But alas that is not the case so this clock shall just go to waste.

 

Reviews

[Tiffany]

Lost time, uselessness, haunting the living room, despised...a waste. I see in here more than just clock talk. I may be reaching...probably am...but the poem that is between you and I wordsmith speaks of frustration, and the powerlessness to fix oneself AND the lack of care by those that could help. I love it. thanks for sharing, t.

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

Interesting take on clock thought. I sometimes ponder the thoughts of everyday items . I liked the tone and flow of this.

[Lau]

I never thought I would say this, but I like it! A poem about a clock, but I like, and in some point it's actually sad. Because you're so right, we just throw it away, where it might think it has failed... (I know it's 'just' a think, but IF it was real :)
It flows, and it was great that you got the view from the clock, it really fit.