ten forty three

The clock is stuck at 10:43
soon we may have to skype away the time
Iím running out of options
and self esteem

White walls have never been my forte
and why this place is so comforting
I canít quite explain
maybe because Iím never alone
between the pen and paper
imagination my saviour
when reality decides
itís time for another blow
to the back of the head

The clock is stuck at 10:43
the door is open again
but I havenít stepped through it yet
Iíve been known for the kind
of bravery that ends with metaphors
putting a gun to my head
though perhaps thatís 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
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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