Analog Reality Poem by Whitney Stevens

Life's like a clock as it loops back around
My eyes like the hands that see the same day
Each breath is repeated the seconds droll on
Each hour that passes is an hour down the drain
The only thing that changes is the refresh of rain
Every day that ticks by I wait for the 13th hour
Yet it never comes, and I'm fated to stay
Weeks flash by like the light of AM/PM off and on
Months are when the clock finally breaks
The years flash by with no way to record them
Sleep is just time for the clock to reset
Yet it never fails to move its cursed hands