Cronophobia
I met time long ago,
I watched the minutes go,
The hours felt enternal to my eyes,
Yet now before I know every minute flies.
I wasn't terrified nor worried,
I had not a reason in the world to be,
Of the pictures that stood before me,
The ones as calm as the sea.
Now the faces disturb my sight,
I have lost all my insight,
It was all because I stayed too, long inside,
That now nothing gets me satisfied.
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PoetryJust poems I write 'cause I'm bored. After reading thousands of stories I'm finally gonna publish something in Wattpad and sincerely don't know how to feel. Credits to the person who made the cover pic, I found it on pinterest.
