A dead clock




Where did my voice fall?
Cobwebs on the wall
With a dead clock and  lizards crawl
Staring at me, making me so small
So small!

The dawns and the dusks
The days and nights in this dust
Looking for my voice, used to trust
Looked at my mind, oh a rust!

Waiting for you here
Amidst my layers, within my fear
Steps away from my door, you there?
You there?

Where did my voice go?
A dead clock or is it slow?
Oh! I feel so low
Feel so low

Comments

Popular Posts