Stuck

Stuck in sadness

Staring at the despair

I try to move the hand

But the clock will not share

It ticks its own beat

An ominous-type snare

The sound fills me with dread

Yet I can’t seem to care

I feel stuck in a wasteland

This killer of dreams

I would try and get up

But life’s not what it seems

I write down my plan

This futuristic scheme

It breaks in my hands

I silence a scream

My friends have moved on

They’ve left me alone

I could try to follow

But the path is not shown

I’d rather live big

Than continue to drone

If I’m not careful

Home will be my headstone