Date: 30-01-2016
an unseen tragedy
One
Two
Three
The clock tick s
Infinite seconds span on
Her eyes flit
Back and forth
From one glass face
To another plastic one.
She chokes
Unfamiliar; unseen
Invisible to a world
Of blended rules
And broken lines.
What does she live by
Values or excuses?
The clock keeps ticking
Her heart; a beating time-bomb.
Dump
Thump
Badump.
It races
But she does not run
Bound to this Earth
To the poisoned soil of a billion souls.
Until one day
The ticking stop-s
And her heart
No longer but another drop
In the bottomless,
Black ocean
Of humanity's despair.
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Poetry/twenty sixteen : a poetry collection/ A poem, a day. Can't be that hard, right? One of my New Year's Resolutions this year is get back into poetry and explore new styles. This is my attempt at doing just that. This collection will be a mixture of d...
