When the clocks stop
I had a light in my hands
The way was bright and secure
It was an illusion, or a nightmare?
As the time runnes in seconds, minutes and days
I get more and more lost.
Time is running behind me
As all the old clocks had stopped
In that moment of truth, of your last word
One second I felt lost.
I'm going down, more down
I'm falling in to the center of my soul
As I'll become a point, a light
Where from I'll be reborn.
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:Sometimes we feel that the clocks just stop and nothing has sense..
Somebody I've lost..and will never retourn...