• ariachez 6w

    I watch
    as good days
    board on the hands
    of my clock,
    chanting songs
    in the beat
    of tick tock,
    I keep my eyes
    on them,
    for no one knows
    how long
    will they stay,
    but sure enough
    they are just passengers,
    and I am a train,
    that quickly turns
    to memories
    after I was abandoned,
    dreading those seconds
    that turn to stations
    where they get off,
    and especially
    the end station,
    where everyone left,
    and new passengers
    crawl,
    taking the same
    journey,
    but reversed,
    maybe
    I was destined
    to reminisce
    good days
    over and over,
    or to come back
    to hell hole
    regardless
    how far I wander.

    ©ariachez
    june112018