"Just A Clock On The Wall"

When you hurt, time is relevant, and an illusion. It doesn't last forever.

Seconds melt into minutes,
and life holds its breath.

Minutes rush into hours,
a collective pause in space and time.

Hours rush into days,
the heat of passions burns
to ashes on the wind.

Days shiver into weeks,
and a hollow echo
rings through the heart.

Weeks mourn into months,
and a soul quietly shatters.

Months flow by like teardrops,
into years gone by.

And still.......

There's just a clock on the wall,
to remind you
that you're still breathing,
still running,
still aching deep inside.....
and still alive.