The clock is my subtlest illusion,
but I just carry on sleeping.
I mistook compulsion for freedom,
my head can't stop from turning.
World keep spinning cold
and I’m frozen, no more dancing.
I watch control as it falls apart,
I’m just down there waiting.
But I don’t deserve this,
still I’ve been cursed so cruel.
I can run, I must fight,
I could even pray.
It is just happening,
it’s happening anyway.
Posted Apr 6, 2022, 4:14 PM UTC · edited
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Usually I don't like starting repeat lines with the same or very similar words, but I didn't even notice till my 2nd reading. You do an excellent job of using short simple language to communicate a feeling.
I got dumped recently. I was in pure bliss, and even though I didn't want it to happen, it still did. Your poem does a great job of reflecting these feelings.