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ten forty three
The clock is stuck at 10:43
soon we may have to skype away the time
I’m running out of options
and self esteem
White walls have never been my forte
and why this place is so comforting
I can’t quite explain
maybe because I’m never alone
between the pen and paper
imagination my saviour
when reality decides
it’s time for another blow
to the back of the head
The clock is stuck at 10:43
the door is open again
but I haven’t stepped through it yet
I’ve been known for the kind
of bravery that ends with metaphors
putting a gun to my head
though perhaps that’s just my demons
taking hold of my love of failure
and promising hell
at the sound of another
self-confirming affirmation
beyond the door step
Never mind that there are
too many unanswered questions
in this stratosphere between us
like, why do I have to knock
when the clock
is always stuck at 10:43
and I was meant to be here at 12:30
with God in my heart
at the failure of your words
© Indie Adams 2015
soon we may have to skype away the time
I’m running out of options
and self esteem
White walls have never been my forte
and why this place is so comforting
I can’t quite explain
maybe because I’m never alone
between the pen and paper
imagination my saviour
when reality decides
it’s time for another blow
to the back of the head
The clock is stuck at 10:43
the door is open again
but I haven’t stepped through it yet
I’ve been known for the kind
of bravery that ends with metaphors
putting a gun to my head
though perhaps that’s just my demons
taking hold of my love of failure
and promising hell
at the sound of another
self-confirming affirmation
beyond the door step
Never mind that there are
too many unanswered questions
in this stratosphere between us
like, why do I have to knock
when the clock
is always stuck at 10:43
and I was meant to be here at 12:30
with God in my heart
at the failure of your words
© Indie Adams 2015
Published 28th Feb 2015
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1st Mar 2015 4:56am
you have made time stand still, that makes for a very long night. great poetry...
7th Mar 2015 3:36am
3rd Mar 2015 1:59am
Stark, lonely and haunting, Indie, but I love the honesty and optimism of the line, " I’m never alone between the pen and paper imagination my saviour." That's why we do what we do letting the ink flow through our veins and bleeding on the fabric of our being.
7th Mar 2015 3:38am
Thank you so much Tony, for your lovely comment. Almost anything can be made beautiful with art.
