"On the wall" Please read/ C/C my poem?
On our kitchen wall,
she lies to us - 12 minutes fast,
and it took weeks to realise -
numb and useless as we are in the morning,
drunk as we are at night.
I no longer trust her, she
ruled herself, chose to confuse
and I think she used us
I'm sure she's using us
for her own private game.
Things take time,
Good things come to those who wait,
Time waits for no-one
Time heals all wounds -
This time I'm onto her.
Because I know it's her fault,
while she's in the future in our kitchen,
she has frozen time in my mind;
taken the minutes from me and
locked you up there
- taken the batteries out.
She is everywhere at once, so
how can I beat her
when she bleats time?
she's locking the past and keeping it,
eating at my present
sleeping with my future.