October 13, 2017
I am intrigued,
By the sound of your heartbeat.
In sequence with the clock
That hangs on the wall.
The steady rise and fall,
Of your chest.
While you curl into a ball
I watch the clock
That hangs on the wall.
You sing songs of hope,
As I take long rips,
Filling myself up with dope.
In rhythm with the clock
That hangs on the wall.
Pandering last thoughts,
I sit alone in my room, crying.
Over the sound of the clock
That hangs on the wall.
Tic, Toc.
I'm at a loss of words.
And time.
All I can do is
Stare at the clock
That still hangs on the wall.
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Snippets From My Mind
PoetryA collection of short poems and intriguing concepts that have crossed my mind. This will be a good read for you if ever felt, lost, broken, unwanted or even misunderstood. I only intend to reach a specific group of people who may share with me, th...
