There it is again.
The ringing inside my head.
Feeling as if the world has stopped.
Like a top run out of time.
Off In a distant nowhere.
I hear the calling of few.
Their voices as faint as rain.
Comforting yet eerie.
Time is no where in sight.
Lost in a far off trance.
Gone to a distant place.
No longer kept encased.
Finding our escape.
Drifting away to somewhere.
Losing track of time and space.
Clocks are not of this future.
I kept your picture.
Stored away safely.
Deep down in a pocket.
Tucked away for safe keeping.
In and out of consciousness.
Where is my loving clock?
I fear I dropped it long ago.
Oh dear, I lost her yet again.
Cracked is her window in time.
Broken is her inner workings.
She has stopped working.
Time has stopped working.
Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©
