Optimists: Watch As Grandfather Clock's Bones Turn To Dust.

 

"You're wasting your time..."

The words are repeated and echo...

I swallow pathetic things which resemble tears.

I smash an antique, red oak grandfather clock

To shards, bits, and pieces;

Resting my arm on the only friend I have left;

Hope.

God abandoned me

And Gabriel lost his horn;

The ivory, bone horn

Sounded to announce

The "Good News" to lost sheep.

 

The wind whispers the syllables again...

"You're wasting your time..."

 

I pierce sensitive eardrums,

Embracing dark deafness

Like a loving mother to her crying child,

And once again, set up for my next ignorant, ravishing fall.