... in which I kill time by the hour ...

Sep 9, 2015

Poetry: "Turn back the clock"

Woke up at 4.30 in the morning on Tuesday with this poem in my head. Wrote this half asleep.
Growing up to see the ugliness of the world is what makes you wish to be forever young and innocent...

TURN BACK THE CLOCK


When rose-coloured glasses shatter
Revealing a burning world in tatters
                    ‘Oh, turn back the clock,’ you cry
              ‘And give back my ignorance’

When family once thought "perfect"
Reveal their hoard of dark secrets
                   ‘Oh, turn back the clock,’ you cry
             ‘And give back my childhood’

When friends you surely "knew"
Leave with their backs on you
                   ‘Oh, turn back the clock,’ you cry
              ‘And give back my innocence’

When lovers and promises made
Fade and leave you betrayed
                   ‘Oh, turn back the clock,’ you cry
              ‘And give back my happiness’

Yet there are those good and true
Forever remain standing by you
                       ‘Can’t turn back the clock,’ they say
                 ‘But we can give back your faith’


2 comments:

  1. I adore poetry written by people in in-between states, and this is particularly wonderful! Also, this rings so true and tugs at my heart strings.

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  2. Of the recent poetry I've been spouting since late 2015 till now, this is actually my favourite. Proof that the best things that come into existence are those that appear at ungodly hours of the night/morning and carried out half asleep XD

    Thanks, Nau! <3

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