Time

"There is a woman in the clock" she said.

Locked behind the glass.

She had two children behind the hand

That tick away the past.

I told her there was nothing there,

There simply was no space.

The old woman cried tears of shame

In a nightgown made of lace.

She told me to look again,

and to not just simply see.

But feel the pain inside the clock,

and understand her needs.

I looked beyond her troubled eyes,

As she trembled in her bed.

I understood the fear she felt,

From the things inside her head.

Reviews

[K. Hicks]

beautiful, time does pass away too quickly (I hope that was the right interpretation... If not sorry but still a very beautiful piece)

[claricestarling]

Thank you. This poem was actually about my grandmother who had dementia. The woman in the clock was something she actually told me she saw that scared her. It never dawned on me that this could be read in the way you did. Amazing how people have different perspectives.

[K. Hicks]

it really is I know :D, I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother :/