The Clock Of Grief

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Grief provides no escape!

Listen while you read-

Missing you a lot more since you have been gone.
The hands of my guilt tick.
First hour,
They fathom the sadness of my mind,
Next hour strikes, tick- tock,
The hands count my tears,
Another sixty minutes, beep-beep, and
They measure the emptiness you left behind.


Anger, denial, loneliness, pain,
Such the hours pass on,
The clock of grief, two revolutions
Every day, ceaseless torture…
Eating me inside out this grief,
Like a black hole consuming our memories,
Losing those moments feels like-
Suffering your loss all over again.


Give it some time they said,
But I should know better,
Time is a captive of grief.


Stuck between the hands,
Stuck within the hours,
Stuck revolving twice everyday,
Stuck within the clock of grief.


Time is a captive, not unlike me,
No escape, just hurt and ache.
Death could set me free,
Even then the clock will only stop,
Never break.
Grief provides no escape.

By Riya

Just a teenager growing up

9 comments

  1. Very poignant and raw. Nice job, and a great first post! I’m happy to follow and help your blog grow. I hope you’ll come visit me at https://southpawpoet.org! I write lots of things, including poetry- a lot of which was written in and about grief. See ya πŸ™‚

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