Day

Dust collects on the clock hand,
Time frozen to the grain of sand,
The sun hidden by a sky of gray,
All embodied in a picture of the day,

This how is always is in a way,
Questioning the reason to stay,
In a town where no one cares,
Longing in a world that never shares,

Brittle hands cradle hopes and dreams,
Though the heart knows it is never as it seems,
Rain echoes off the hollow soul,
Drowning in the undertow,

A child with no room to grow,
Blanketed with cold embrace,
Lost in memories that cant be erased,
All embodied in a picture of the day.