The clock says
Another minute has passed
But a year
Has swept by.
I tap my foot to
The beat of each second
Glaring at the watch on my wrist
Willing it to warp time.
Alas, no such thing happens.
So I sit
And wait.
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Freedom
PoetryIt's called "Freedom" because I used to hold all of my feelings inside. Then I found a way to let it go- writing. I'm free again, and I want you to know how I used to feel, and the feelings that still haunt me. Oh, and never forget how dramatic us w...
