Broken

Time is funny

The time is mine now,

When the day is down,

Tired of watching sorrow,

My clock is borrowed,

It tells me to to give it away,

but I can't pretend to,

As my heart aches so,

Going numb with each day,

leaving it to rest,

the ache in my chest,

Don't know when I do,

but I sure will come home to you,

Your face,

is the only mistake,

that I dare to make,

Every time I say,

This time,

I got the hands on my side,

Waiting for the tide,

to crush me as I cry.

The sands,

those hands,

Slip away as I die,

Even as I remember,

That I tried,

But failed,

Every day I bailed,

with each pasing day,

And at the end,

for you,

I can do everything,

you wanted to.

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Reviews

[Fieora Andros]

This poem has a different vibe. It starts with how you want the day to be yours and how the truth comes out that you feel broken. The ache in my chest is such an afflictive expression.
But, the end...the end is the most beautiful part of the poem. It rhymes so well and explains the whole theme of the poem. :')

[Katrina Mckeown]

a wonderfully romantic poem Kevin flows well and has good imagery .
Kind regards Katrina