Literature
CLOCKWORK POEM
I suffered through the years,
Abused by my father,
Raped by my brother,
And my mother never cared,
But now I smile,
With the stitched smile on my face,
I watched them all suffer,
With my new green eyes
As I sniffed the blood and death in the air,
I grabbed the watch out of my hand,
I did not cry,
I did not weep,
I only smiled as I placed the new clock in my eye,
Now as I look from your closet,
With my glowing eyes,
I know I am ClockWork,
And your time is up