Spinning clockwise, out of control
The clock screams at me to stop itI take it's advice and try as I could
Making sure the time would haltA bell takes its final toll
A pilot stops in a cockpitHands stop moving and sound is dulled
Knowing it is all my fault
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Poem Book
PoetryA literary tête-à-tête to help myself get by. You will find both poem and prose in this public diary of thought and representation, but a cliché name never hurts anyone.