no amount of shouting
will stop the wind from buffeting the sea
and the ocean
swallowing the sky
towering waves
breaking overhead
will stop the wind from buffeting the sea
and the ocean
swallowing the sky
towering waves
breaking overhead
no amount of sleeping
will bring a resurrection
you will not wake from the dead
when your head lifts off the pillow
you open your eyes tentatively
and wonder, somewhere, in the back of your mind
if something is different now
no amount of weeping
will bring back lost love
or put a stopper on heartache
to punctuate your life
from here on, no more hurt
no amount of running
will take you where you want to go
the clock ticks fast
the clock ticks slow
the clock ticks slow
The Replanted Writer 
Wow I love this expression.
I really like this. It makes me feel… forlorn, maybe? Still trying to find the right word. In any respect, it stirs emotion in me. đ