My poem

Know
Yesterdays jester
tomorrows fool
holding my breath
I feel like a tool
back and forth
the pendulum swings
the dark is upon me
the clock tower rings
off in the distance
up out of this mist
my heart is a puddle
I splash with my fist
anger and heartache
go hand in hand
reminding myself
I am only a man
fighting for air
as the sky seems to clear
the cold of my face
is burnt by a tear
hope is not given
its something we find
time is not granted
nor does it rewind
be true to ones self
seems so hard to find
is life a looking glass
or is it half full
these are the things
I think and now know