Yester Year Poem by Brooklyn Joy

Tick the way the clock did stroke
With a will of devious thrills.
Oh morning heart you weaken the sorrow, of the burning light.
It hardens my flesh with a porcelain finish,
So soon I will find the mannequin forms diminish.
O ravenous crow you gawk at the crowd with such a disheartening growl.
Why must the window hold the shadow form, for which it gawks at the crowd?
The question less answer which whispers in my ear,
It brings out the truth of my morbidly disturbing fear.
The disturbing fear of the burdening light heart;
For which I answer to with the shameless cheer.
O cheer, a cheer from the conscience year lost in a plastered face.
I knew once of an eye glass for which I could fantasize;
A new reality, without this ominous fear.
O this worldly reality I can hold in my hand;
In the shape of a tear dropp which falls from eye to hand.
Gladdened state it all seems to be; for I will fall for all eternity.