Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2011
Sounds like flashes of light,
And other mixed up senses:
Sights of a smell,
Tastes of an emotion,
A dread from the ears.
It all works properly,
Even if it is wrong.
It's just like a clock that runs in a backward manner:
It's right at least two times a day.
It's still clockwork,
Even if it's being wound up.
All rights reserved by the Author.
Isaac
Written by
Isaac
630
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems