The Crumbling Clock by Paul Tristram

Turned sideways

and glanced at his

disappearing shadow.

Sighed thrice

and regretted some

of childhood.

Only the sharp

and brittle bits

oh, and the ‘ah-ha’ ones.

The negative and positive

were dancing within

his mechanics always.

But there was a screw

loose somewhere

deep inside

from when she wound

him up the very first time

and unhinged a part

of his clockwise soul.

Accidently, of course

yet, all the same

sending him ticking

and spinning through

time until now.

To see a small hole

the shape of a keyhole

within his

disappearing shadow

as he drops

futureless-wards.

Author bio: 

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and sketches published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.