A Grand Unfixable Theft

Dear Clock,

With each tick you seem to remind me that time is always racing ahead

The seconds, the minutes, the hours weave together a thin thread

Pushing and pulling me forth

Yet I am like a lost ship searching for the star that will point them north

For with each shimmy of your delicate hand I am thrown closer to the stormy waves of change

This future you have planned for me seems uncertain and strange

My eyes hidden behind thick glass can’t keep up with your pace

They are stuck squinting trying to see into deep space

But they can hardly make out the moon

And your white orb smeared with numbers seems to croon

Look at me instead

And at your words my vision seems to blur a trickle at a time each blink matches your tick with a sickening dread

For I am told any minute on that clock can cause my worst fear to be true

Trapped in a world without sight I can no longer see the crystal droplets of the morning dew

Please clock you seem to hold my fate in your hands

Don’t let the precious visibility become an hourglass that drips each grain of sand

Till there is only nothing left

A grand unfixable theft