There are times still when I watch the world spin,
                         Frame by frame, the colors blur and blend
                         And I stand motionless as it tilts to the top
                         Wondering when, the clock stops, wondering when
                   Wondering when the clock stops

THE SECOND

For a second, he felt like home.
That particular truth moved like barbed wire through my mind,
Scratching, scraping,
Tough to admit,
But I admitted it all the same.
"He felt like home."

                         THE MINUTE

                         He spilled everything, wrecked it all—

                         He brought my system to shards,
                         My ever-present guard to ruins,
                         Shot bullets through my veins
                         To hit the target of my barricaded,
                         Blocked,
                         And buried heart.

                         He destroyed all that I had ever known—
                         My rights to rubble, my triumphs to trash—
                         And still, he felt like home.

THE HOUR

The sun: it shivers now,
The moon: it fades,
And me: I fold like gutless paper—
I will never be the same.

                         THE DAY

                         It rises in whispers to the levitation of first light
                         Draws me in, fills the thin
                         Fibers of my shirt with wishful thinking,
                         Subtle and meek attempts
                         To tarnish with sheepish smiles.
                         They are automatic, a nuisance of my nature
                         Smiling in spite of pains and sadness lurking just below the surface
                         As naturally and superficially assuring
                         As an ever-present,
                         Silent
                         Clock.

AND THERE ARE TIMES STILL

When I watch the world spin,
Frame by frame, the colors blur and blend
And I stand motionless as it tilts to the top
Wondering when, wondering when
Wondering when the clock stops.