Standing isolated, heart shudders as
an unamiable agarophobia throws itself over me,
Turning around, my tolerably tired eyes
catch a glimpse of how everything used to be.
Tempted to move backwards,
my feet find their way forwards,
Only to get hit and crushed by the hard realisation
Oh! There's no way but onwards.
I try turning a page to make better
what was a bad yesterday,
But my fool of a mind refuses to think of
the worse that could be on my door the next day
Torn amidst the one to rise and that far gone,
my naive heart lets escape that what could have stopped me from being so forlorn!
Pain fills my body as I think of freezing time
Brain wheezes and comes back to the same lane,
to ask the same question, yet again
Can I have a clock?
One to turn back and grab every missed knock!