I OWE THE CLOCK

In specific cogitations I owe the clock,

The heart to keep moving as a quail,

To tear out the pain in the wedlock. 

My patience can’t cushion the bitter mock,

Even though it pays , it costs a lot to scale,

In specific cogitations I owe the clock. 

It’s a huge institution witnessed by the flock,

In the union which was marked by a blood trail,

To tear out the pain in the wedlock. 

For continuity inadequacy wasn’t a roadblock,

But the humiliations pushed me to a jail,

In specific cogitations I owe the clock. 

My nerves could not bear the shock,

Of settling down for a wretched tail,

To tear out the pain in the wedlock.  

My dreams were curtailed by an enormous rock,

Which capsized my sacrifices into a complex Vale,

In specific cogitations I owe the clock

To tear out the pain in the wedlock.