The clock if it
Could speak
Would know the words to
Catch the tear
Straining down your cheek.
If only it could know,
Will us the strength
To get up, lay this down, go.
Instead your expectation
Heavy as lead,
You want my confirmation:
This, between us
Is dead:
And there is nothing,
I feel nothing;
I have nothing to offer;
Nothing comes to mind:
Nothing.
You attribute it to cruelty,
Punishment for unmentioned
Crimes.
And there is nothing,
Just
Like
When
I begged, pleaded for change,
Compromise, something more,
Anything more,
You shrugged it off,
Passed it off as:
Nothing.

Copyright Hiraeth 2015