The clock.
The hands of despair, tick their time.
For every day, it makes things fair.
With the three hands, always moving.
There is the guilt hand, which moves every second.
There is the mourning hand, which ticks every minute.
Then the last but not least, hand of the clock.
Is the hand of brokenness, which ticks every hour.
That is what makes, the clock of despair.
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