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.
- Author: krutarth (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 29th, 2021 23:58
- Category: Friendship
- Views: 20
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