Tick... Tick... the Melting Clock

Faceless dreams and silent eyes

Dot and mask the expanse of my frustrations.

Abnegation collides with inexorable fragments,

Giving disclosure to wants and desires

Culminating within the frame.

So close to loss.

So close to gain.

All dependent on which way the hourglass tips.

Our mirrors reflect halls of images

All slightly distorting from others.

To ask for reasons brings no answers.

Time will grace solutions

After battles waged are won.

Faith and trust become the stagnant norm

As hopes and wishes sit idly in wait.

So much to lose.

So much to gain.

Will the reverent clock be kind

Or will it melt as the world when torn apart?

The story is not over.

A new chapter has just begun.

So what next?

Perhaps palpable inklings…