time had stopped,
the days all felt the same,
the monotony of living,
was too much to bear.
yet you shatter;
breeze through them.
the clock on the wall,
that had slowed;
to a laggard\'s crawl,
for quite a while,
started ticking;
to normal pace\'s nigh.
tomorrow speaks;
more of heaven than hell,
and so I sleep;
by the broken clock,
waiting for the doorbell\'s;
nostalgic ding-dong.