The endless ticks of the clock
taunt me.
Tear me apart from the inside.
Only to gradually be rehabilitated;
Stitched up with a contaminated needle.
Sewn of fabric from the wisps of dreams
that had once been my only escape
my only hope.
I am now nothing but a monotonous monster.

The grotesque
Unbearable
Ruthless
tolls of the clock
remind me of my mistakes.
The greatest being
not confessing my interest
towards you before it was
too late.

The thought nags at me
torturing me to the very bone.
What could have been different?
Would it have been the same?
Would I be smiling now?
Instead of
wishing to break free of this asylum
this cage of steel bars within my mind’s eye
with you
locked inside too
but out of my reach
Out of my desperate
hopeless
grasp?

My life in pitfalls:
endless heartbreak;
countless streams of tears.
And for what?
Only a mirage
only a recollection
only a fantasy fabricated from my fears and
loneliness
of what could have been…