Words that kill, spill

Insidiously spread

With their own will


Thoughts jumbled

And feelings read

Between the lines


Drawn crooked

In this damp sand

Where I sit and play


With the broken

And misspent hand

That used to tick

Before echoed tock


But then just stopped

And this sad clock

Holds nothing more


But these horrid fears

Overflowing with all

Their salted tears