The
cogs always ran a little differently, a little distinct
Sometimes
faster, sometimes slower, maybe sometimes they stalled
But
somehow they were never really in sync
With
the rest of them, though this remained untold
Tick
tock, tick tick tick tock and tock tock ticks
No
rules as such, no order to which they subscribed
I
found a routine programmed to bring about the quick fix
To
settle the rising of the agonising vibes
And
sometimes one found a little respite from the normalised chaos
What
one would call “temporary peace”
A
harmonised clearance spreading across
A
time to let the forehead lines un-crease
But
somehow the cogs manage to intrude
Restless
and needing to interfere and harass
Distorted ticking and tocking away the mood
Making
sure that they were having a blast
One
thought niggling within the mind becomes embedded
And
then it seems to grow and disperse
Before
long, the sharpest of certainties are shredded
And
you’re left with a mind un-nursed
And
the cogs welcome these newcomers to the ritual
They
welcome them with thanks
It
is an invitation most cruel
To
allow them to partake in the everyday angst
Then
what you worried about before is made redundant
Stacked
somewhere under a bigger worry
And
you wonder how that one was ever pungent,
When
this one has created quite a slurry
A closed mouth cordons off this hazard
For
it is not spoken about, not in this life humdrum
And
though keeping up appearances can leave you shattered
It
is all you can do as the standard tick tocks around you come
The
paradox of outer melody and internal shrieks
Both
in the same room, co-existing, tormenting the conditions
And
the bitter droplets of anguish do eventually leak
From
a mind wholeheartedly hoping that someone will listen
© Melanie Jay Narayanasamy 2013
