The clock stands still-
the battery does not live any longer.
A man looks at me and asks
"Will you go?"
Fear is struck within me, and I cannot move.
My esophagus betrays me, allowing only choking sounds to be released.
I slowly close my eyes
trying to dream this mess away.
"No"
My voice quivers-
shaking just as my heart does.
I hear footsteps walking away from me-
heads shaking in disgust.
I can feel the ice freezing my soul
impeding my movement forward.
My life is frostbitten and I have lost the warmth.
A fire will never be sparked.
The clock fills me up-
it is the broken avatar of my spirit.
Feb 9, 2011
Feb 9, 2011 at 4:18 PM UTC
The clock stands still-
the battery does not live any longer.
A man looks at me and asks
"Will you go?"
Fear is struck within me, and I cannot move.
My esophagus betrays me, allowing only choking sounds to be released.
I slowly close my eyes
trying to dream this mess away.
"No"
My voice quivers-
shaking just as my heart does.
I hear footsteps walking away from me-
heads shaking in disgust.
I can feel the ice freezing my soul
impeding my movement forward.
My life is frostbitten and I have lost the warmth.
A fire will never be sparked.
The clock fills me up-
it is the broken avatar of my spirit.
-Written by Devon Newsom