How I loathe my little pocket watch
It never fails to persist.
In that annoying little tick tock
While I sit and clench my fists.
How I loathe this stupid pocket watch,
Opposing all my strife
All I want to do is stew
In my cesspool of a life.
Oh for fuck sake little pocket watch
Counting down the seconds
All I have to do is jump
The darkness, it just beckons.
Now, now little pocket watch
I’m fixated on the ground,
This building is so high from here
I no longer heed your sound.
The time is near little pocket watch
And please, do not despair!
For when the breathe has left my body
Your tick tock will still be there.
I’m sorry little pocket watch
My anger is misconstrued
Time is not a healer in my grief
Though I don’t mean to be rude.
Farewell my little pocket watch
On this balcony we shall depart
Maybe one day your stability
Will mend someone else’s heart.
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Author:
JaydeVictoria (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Chuck the pocket watch from the building instead. That'll stop it ticking and tocking. And it'll save ya a big jump there. Pesky thing. lol. But it might be a valuable one.
Joe says it just right - a real original write which sustains full interest to the last word - bravo Jayde.
although a great healer, sometimes time itself is just not enough.. sometimes.. maybe something more practical and tangible might be needed as well ... a great little rhyming poem on the dark side ... Neville
Yes, you need something much more fun in your pocket than that miserable thing.
Maybe a rich uncles credit card?
I enjoyed this darker side to your writing 🙂 nice read. Sometimes theres things in life we can never truely heal from. No matter how much time goes by. Don't jump 😉 lol x
Wonderful dark write, time cannot be stopped but that pocket watch can be secreted away so it does not tick you life away as a reminder.
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