She is not lonely, she is trapped
Trapped in her abyss of her own thoughts
She wonders if time will ever get behind her
But in reality, it is only trying to catch up.
Like sand in an hour glass
The once known comfort slips away gently from her fingertips
She tries to grab hold of something, anything that makes sense
The harder she tries, the easier it slips away
Her sanity, her innocence, her life
Maybe it would be better if the clock stop
No more ticking
Then time would finally get behind her
The sheer hit of final the hour relieved her
And all the pressure and pain was lifted
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Within Me
PoetryThese poems/stories are a collection of thoughts from a girl's childhood. Her childhood has not been the easiest. These poems are a form of escape from the girl's harsh reality. She displays her emotions as if they were alive themself. A collection...
