Broken Clock Poem by Mitta Xinindlu

Songs of sorrow sprung from my heart;
All I could think about was us falling apart.
Your mind was fully alarmed.
As such, there was no time to talk.
No words, only caughs;
I screamed like a bear
whose seared skin had fully bled.

***

I saw your face melt into tears.
Picture once perfect,
then turning into sharp spears.
Could I have saved us?
I thought,  "it's a must".
There's nothing on the book short;
I did all that I was taught.

***

Beauty slowly faded into pain.
Sad eyes,  nothing but distain;
parched lips, heart fully stained.
I broke us;
I lost our love in the wind.
This night marks our broken limb;
It seems, the scars are sealed.

***

Nomore clock for a token.
Our future is broken;
The past, we became.
Oh! What a shame.

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