I am a clock that ticks in reverse
A future lost, a past dispersed
My hands erase what once was dreamed
An ink unseen, where nothings schemed
I count the moments never born
Each second stitched with threads of scorn
I mark the hours that never came
Then name them all with borrowed shame
I chime for days that won’t exist
A calendar the stars dismissed
My gears unwind what time once knew
Then spin the void, as if it’s true
I’m yesterday’s forgotten breath
Tomorrow’s echo courting death
A ticking truth that won’t align
The lie we live to measure time
There’s so many good lines in this and to be truthful, I see a lot of myself in this poem.
This may be a poem about time, but I think anyone who’s ever had amnesia or lost
memories because of trauma or another circumstance could relate to this.
Spectacular poem, my friend.
This clock takes away all that was and could be. This is well-made and makes one think of the past. I enjoyed this.
I’m glad you both enjoyed..and thats a great take with the amnesia..time is our most precious commodity and something we def take for granted