Rewinding Time

Can't you feel
your mind,
stabbing,
and leaving
that heart
of yours
to drift
in the sea
of its blood —
lifeless?

Find a drop
of concealed
sufferings
from the blood
that gushes
from the heart —

— as you
have closed
the doors from
that which
your heart
beats for.

If only
you can make
the clock's hands
turn left...