#brokenclock
I'm someone.
You're someone too.
Even if you're broken.
Because if a broken crayon can still color,
and a broken clock can still be right,
a broken person is still a person.
You just have to find your way
out of the darkness and into the light
Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 9:29 PM UTC
*The front door is sealed.
I hear the bell ringing, but
I'm unable to clutch the ****
Fire burns hot on the other side.*
The smoke billows under the door - suffocating
as it seeps into my every pore.
I must escape from this loveless trap,
before what is left untapped is scrap.
I tremble at the thought of love,
recede when met with compassion.
Like a dock to which sadness flocks,
every heartbeat is like a fading clock's.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 6:00 PM UTC