Broken Clock – Original Poem

Broken Clock

Broken Clock

The future,
its depth deceiving.
Uncertain.

Haunting thoughts of what might.
What if.
Maybe.

On edge,
shallow breathing,
always chasing.

Finding solace
in a fortune teller,
a broken clock.

Eyes fixating.
The pattern will unfold.
This time.

Always behind.
Never ahead.
Stuck.

A deep breath.
Fresh wind.
A new start.

A fleeting moment.
Change something.
Choice.

A new watch, 
a broken clock.
Look up, a true coincidence.

Smile.

Walk along.
It might rain.
Tomorrow.