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Clock With No Hands
You have no
time for me.
A clock with
no hands
has no concept of time
& hence no purpose.
Can't kick the despair.
Feelings of worthlessness.
I'm a parent whose child
has been taken away.
An employee whose job
has been made obsolete.
A kick in the butt
& a meaningless phrase
"Keep your chin up."
Who even says that?
It holds no substance.
The words are so hollow
& devoid of purpose.
Nothing has meaning.
Only tragedy abounds.
copyright 2021
by Insomnia
(AJ Kline Robinson)
written August 1, 2021
9:36 p.m.
You have no
time for me.
A clock with
no hands
has no concept of time
& hence no purpose.
Can't kick the despair.
Feelings of worthlessness.
I'm a parent whose child
has been taken away.
An employee whose job
has been made obsolete.
A kick in the butt
& a meaningless phrase
"Keep your chin up."
Who even says that?
It holds no substance.
The words are so hollow
& devoid of purpose.
Nothing has meaning.
Only tragedy abounds.
copyright 2021
by Insomnia
(AJ Kline Robinson)
written August 1, 2021
9:36 p.m.
