Inside Her Roses | A Poetry Collection

Sometimes

Sometimes I feel like my clock is growing tired
Once healthy hands now trudge through the seconds
Barely making it through the hour
Just... Tired

Sometimes
Sometimes I feel like it's my fault
But how? When destiny is what made the clock... Mine
A determined one, always ready to march forward
But it's now unkempt, beyond dysfunctional

Although the clock was always mine
I feel separate from time itself
As if my purpose is quaking away in fear
In fear of... The Future

The inevitable will forever be lurking behind the shadows of reason
Patiently waiting for "The Moment"
To catch me off gaurd
Hinging it's Jaws to make defeat bleed out of me

But I stay rooted
Consistently like the nodding of the hour hand
As sturdy as the alignment of the 12 soldiers
That remain in their respectful position... Waiting