Like Clockwork

Reece Beckett
Sep 24 · 1 min read

A poem.

Photo taken by the author.

This last year seen my soul pained,

Faith gained but now my spirit drained,

Through the drought and the pills,

Through the doubt and the sounds of drills,

Wound up like clockwork but still can’t make time,

Ground up with earthquakes, these shakes affect my mind,