Look up at the shattered clock
From where you stand disheveled
In the abandoned dock
And plead guilty to the silent query posed
As the frantic moments tick
Through whipping flames and blinding smoke
Unmasking your suppressed regrets
While two twitching rusty knives
Accuse you of having wasted time
Living other people’s breathless lives.
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There is something of the late Borges in this assiduously noir-ish piece.
Thank you,Louis.
A bit illusive,…….not that it should never be , with due respect !
Thank you,Lokesh.
Lovely some writings are meant to be read over and over again.
Thank you very much,Rashmi.
I love this poem…especially the line ‘While two twitching rusty knives’ A excellent reference and image to wasted time.
Thank you so much, John.