aren’t i a clockwork?

the clock is ticking

and before i know it

i will have labeled this

another dream to forget, before i

know it i will have walked away

from my rainy mornings

and pressed the loose-leaf

paper into some random poetry book

to be lost forever in the

depths of my mind

to be lost forever in the abyss that is time.

(the abyss, the abyss, sucking my soul

into endless chasms, the soul i give in the hopes

that it’ll come back, transformed into something

better).