When the clock stops ticking by Gautham Pradeep

A large tree in the middle of green woodland. Large white text reads: When the Clock Stops Ticking. Smaller text reads: Discussing disabled characters in fairy tales and folklore.

Oldest memories and their origins,
the highs that once roamed my dreams.
Forever stuck in the photo frames,
it is harder to smile now.
 
Having held onto a long-lost self,
he does not seem to let go.
Lullabies play in the background,
while I lay dozing in his blood drenched arms.
Dreams fill the red canvas,
the noose inches closer to the grey clouds.
Long distances and the ticking of the clock,
the clockwork has wound once more.
 
My sleepless nights and my snoring cat,
holds me in their blanket of comfort.
Nelly stares at the crippling world around him,
or so it seems to me.
His thoughts and his desperation,
just follies in my imagination.
 
Always delving into the painted dreams,
the sky have lost its warmth.
Stuck in the cold,

I wait for the warmth to return.

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About the author:
Gautham Pradeep, currently 22 yrs of age, was born in Kerala, India, in a town called Thalassery. He did his schooling in Bangalore and is now pursuing his MBBS course from Srinivas Institute of Medical Sciences and Research Center. He tries to explore the existential dilemmas of the present generation. Apart from writing poems, he indulges in butterfly breeding and painting occasionally.