Mechanism of Girl

At the moment youth is languid,

And it invites her to trust,

But awareness by far won,

Altering her balance wheel.

Her numbers remain erased;

The second hand has escaped

Allowing the soul to cope,

For the pendulum swings hope

Away,

Then close,

Then Away.

It merely requires a day

To advance a step in life.

The minutes pass, and soon,

The years,

Which in their rush

Her digits yield.

And in her heart they are wound up,

Delicate gears stolen from clocks.

The keys that wind them

Are turned by fate,

By pain, by wrath,

By death and love,

By duty and name,

By someone’s urge.

Hear the chime, dreaded time;

For the hour hand has walked. 

Author's Note

It took me 5 years to write this poem. This is its final form, for I have decided not to edit it anymore. I was 17 at the time, and the ideas here were not very clear in my mind.