BROKEN CLOCKS
It just sits there in the corner,
broken and lost without me.
It needs to be fixed,
so it can do its job freely
. Its ticking is gone
, replaced by only silence
. It’s like being stuck
on the middle of the fence
.
Time cannot go on,
if nothing can count it.
Its like saying you can have light,
when a candle not lit.
Credit poem to Jordon Tree Hello Poetry
clock image credit Abandoned N, I.
Gemma Hill Writeyou Writeme 