Stop watching me
ticking tocking stalking
measuring my moments with cold precision
demanding unforgiving merciless system

you have a way of counting
up all my days
in cold hard seconds
never allowing for delays

I hate your hands
so cold they pass
over me each time
ticking away my destiny
taking from me what's mine

I hate your face especially
the way it is marked
NUMERICALLY
they way you travel
without memory

Can't you stop
a minute
slow down let me breathe
give to me a second hand
to set my soul at ease?

07/15/2006

Author's Note: I HATE clocks!

Posted on 07/15/2006
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