Poetic Music

The Dark

Come ticking clocks,

In shadows caught,

I feel the heat,

Of what I've lost.

I tear the wall,

In search of all,

But all,

Has been my fault.

Tell me you love me,

and tell me you'll find me,

Cast, silent, upon the seems,

of the palest heart,

beating upon the arc,

between love and chaos,

beauty and loss,

frightened,

alone,

Promise you'll give me,

A way back from the dark.