Tik. Tik. Tok.
Time is wasting
The clock stares at me
And continues to tick
Passing…
I am frozen in place.
It is in my fingers
The last of my painted dreams,
Dry, peeling
Lusty colors have faded
To dull and drab –
I am still waiting on nothing.
Mirrors,
Show me back
The reflections of my hopelessness
And my eyes laugh at me,
A coward, I have become
Wandering, a ghost of nothing…
I am so aimlessly lost.
A morning bloomed
Waking me up,
And I know what I have to do
Pick up, brushes after brushes
Thawing myself from this place.
I am trying. Trying.
Far from the deserts
Of my broken mind
Lies an oasis,
Still so fresh of innocence
And full of bold, brave
Forgotten dreams
I am trying to find
My way back.
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©Fathy_writes