By Reannshi Kakkar
I find myself framed in a clock,
standing on the hour hand,
it walks me to the end.
I amble in the valley of death,
I keep stumbling on rocks
as minute hand holds me back.
I run, I try,
but the stuck second hand holds me still and tied.
I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the glass,
my body doesn't seem mine anymore.
Time has stolen me from myself.
To whom shall I run?
To whom shall I pray?
While waiting for death,
the glass breaks,
with open eyes I'm wide awake,
my numbness has won over my pain.
I try to run, I try to scream.
But my body isn't mine anymore.
A man has taken it away.
I beg for death to take me to it's valley,
shatter my body from this clock,
as it did to my soul,
and let my ashes be carried far away
from this inhumane place.