Analog clock

Start writing...I have a soul

And I know cause it aches

And it longs, and it searches

For more, and I used to have

More and I know cause it

Feels empty.

And it feels empty cause it has

Nothing to carry, and

Nothing to hold on to

And no clothes to fold that

Smell like laundry at home

Cause it doesn't know

What home is.

And it longs perhaps for that,

A home with warm hands and

Sweet smells and fire and

Sounds that are happy

And people to love and

Things to carry.

I have a soul

And I know cause I feel

The holes that are all

Around and let time flow

Through me like sand through

My fingers.

The hands of an analog clock tick -

Time's running out, watch out -

Time, when is my time,

And what do I do to make it stop,

But not my heart, and why

Does it still beat if

I can't feel?

I wish I could find something

More powerful than time and

Pray not to become me, but

Someone else who has

A heart that's not ready

To give up.