soliloquy

When morning came,
Rose a clock,
To no one's call,
And it started to talk!

In its own words,
It spoke a lot-
Of time and tide,
And the morning sun!

Then it cried,
Like a soul,
Who lost its grave,
To a man, not yet dead!

When cried, my clock,
Its alarm out,
With shards of broken dreams,
I stabbed it to death!!

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