The Clock Of Grief

Grief provides no escape!

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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.