Broken Clockwork

by totorofan

in Poems

Broken Clockwork

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Clockwork whirling,
Gears stop.

Am I broken?
Words unspoken.
Off the wall,
Down the hall.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Clockwork whirling,
Gears stop.

There’s a new one,
Shines and faults none.
Laughs and mocks me,
this old crony.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Clockwork whirling,
Gears stop.

Where do I go?
Surely, they know.
But they leave me,
Cold and lonely.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Clockwork whirling,
Gears stop.

Don’t they love me?
Since my work’s free?
No, I’m broken.
I’m not golden.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Clockwork whirling,
Gears stop.

Stoke the fire,
Let me fly,
For, since I’m broken,
I must die.

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Aug 30th 2009
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clockwork
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I like clocks, what can I say? :)
It makes me sad when they just can't work anymore, even if you put new batteries in them D': And then people just throw them away or burn them and put a new one in their place.

I still love you, you lovely, hard-working broken clocks.~

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Neji Luver101 Says:

I really, really like this :) I know, I always think its so sad when a clock breaks, and then people just replace them :(

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