The Clock

Supposed healer of my wounds, yet destroyer of my mind

My pain strengthens with every chime

If you vanquish all sorrows, then why not mine

So here we stand, face to face

I do not wander, i do not pace

Alone in patience i wait for your grace

I stare at your hands hoping for a signal

Too long has past, yet my soul is still dismal

Supposed healer of my wounds, yet destroyer of my mind