Four Corners

Daylight Dies


Four corners, neatly cleaned
Bone white clock
Counts away
Seconds of life

Another year
Passes away
Quietly, carefully
Wrapped
In promises of change

How many times must I look back
Counting My Mistakes
How many empty lives like mine
Begin and end each day

Slowly moving, shifting shapes
Dead memories, wandering
Lost
Stealing my sleep


Autor(es): Daylight Dies