The Custodian

Time is ticking

But the clock in the heart has stopped

Frozen into a dull rhythmic pump

By the unexpected chill of his goodbye

The world keeps turning

Yet nothing seems to move

Bar the icey twister

Stealing tomorrows memories

Cascades of colour

Fade to grey

Veiled behind unwept tears

For the shivering winter nights once warm

A weakened soul survives

Despite the crushing squeeze

Of the twisted chains of hope

Rusting and losing grip

There is a key that turns
A heart into a home
But how many turns
Can the lock endure?

© Dianne Traynor  30 June 2012