The Clock Poem by Pauline Levesque

I don't want to deal in reality's anymore and yet it sits right before me big and brash..
As the time ticks down like a large clock on a wall, I can hear the click of the big arm as it moves from one second to the next.
The tension is palpable and we are like pawns in the universe waiting...waiting for...

My love is in pieces as she fights for her sanity and I..
am helpless....I am the fixer who can't fix....
I am not allowed to embrace her and sooth her soul
My frustration is deep, my anger immeasurable and my love...
is embedded and entwined with her so deeply, I am lost without her.

If I told you how I felt and how her essence permeates everything I feel and do
you would say, this is true love.
but the battles for her heart and soul, have put her at risk, at jeopardy...
she is lost to herself, she doesn't know anymore...
and I bleed for her, for us and am only allowed my tears....
and the clock counts down.