Tired Of Today Poem by Seamus O' Brian
Tired Of Today
In the master bedroom
above the bed, just to the right
of where I usually sleep
there is a dent in the wall
The clock whose corner
matches the dent
can no longer be found.
Just a memory of fury
unleashed on a clock
and a wall.
The scar on two hearts
words flung like a clock
Hearts bruised like a wall
When hell is in the ring
nobody wins
just two beaten fighters
holding the ropes
praying tomorrow comes soon.
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5/7/2024 6:56:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Boy, don't I know it! The dent left by a flung clock is a telling detail. When anger steps into the ring, a considerable number of precious moments are thrown away.