The Clock Ticks Forever


Dark hours of the morning

Spent taking loneliness in the chest.

Solidifying inside you

In a way you can’t remove.


Nights pass like wind through the leaves;

The darkness descends.

Leaning on us.

Locking us inside.


Tea stains and cigarette breath –

A faded spirit in the dawn.

Thousand yard stare,

Lost through the walls.


And the clock ticks,

The clock ticks forever

In my mind.


© 2015, Gavin Zanker.

Photo by Lewis Dowling licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic.


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