Gazing through a windowpane of timeless thought.
Shattered remnants of broken memories all distraught.
Vanity had been her only rock.
Now she watches a broken clock.
Was it all worth it? She thought.
As the second hand seized its tock.
A dusty rocking chair lost its docking heir.
Tears drip quietly down the air.
How did the illusion lose its grip?
Nefarious quips with never a slip.
Her minds eye could never see.
The needs of another so blind it be.
A walk of shame in perilous heed.
A deed of greed decreed relieved.
Tick Tock.
Says the broken clock.
All for naught.
She never thought that she'd get caught.
Blinded by her vicious plot.
Why me? Comes the thought.
But never a tear for the broken pot.
Thought after thought like twisted knots.
Giving up for what is not.
Will they ever forgive me?
For it twasn't my fault.
Pointing the finger.
Thoughts seem to linger.
Thrice were the fragments of glass at her feet.
Broken mirrors she could not see.
