Clockwork Reversed | Poem

To fall to falter

To stir to stop

A drop of poison to reverse the clock

To trip to tremble

To pause from pain

5 more drops till you feel something again

I wonder if there is meaning in getting better. I wonder if my memory matters. Is my brain needed in all the commotion of the world? Hopefully no one knows.

~

accursed red (my dark fantasy book): barnes and noble or amazon

thank you for reading :))

~ Sammicakes

2 Comments Add yours

    1. sammicakes says:

      ❤️❤️❤️

      Liked by 1 person

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