The Clock struck surely
You're leaving early
Return with the borrowed heart
The holes in its walls have narrowed
Hold it up to the light and you'll realize
The wonder and fear it contains
Tend to the wish of your lover
Counting the cracks in the shadows
She's an hour glass that needs mending
Her time streams on the table
Like sands escaping
And runs through your hands
As you waste her
You'd give her the world
But she'll give it away
Breaking off fortunes
For those lost in the fray
One less sin to attone for
Come the end of the day
On a kind word and faith
She shades the worry on her face
Builds a bridge for them
To walk across her back
Over and out of the flood
The shelter you've built
Meant to shield your heads from the rain
She'll give to three more
Sleeping under the canopy of trees
And calling it tranquil
Imploring you to stay dry with the others
To be with her is to serve with her
But you desired her compassion
For yourself alone
Breaking down barricades
Hers is a sanctuary for all
But one
About the Creator
K.B Roscoe
Human, student, listener, artist, writer. University of North Texas allum. Autism and special education representation advocate.
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