the world is silence
with the tick tock
of a wooden clock
chiming away behind me
the faint, familiar sound
of trains and cars
riding near and far
and I just wish
to be part of
the never ending silence
but instead my thoughts
jabber away at another
fighting to the death
while my pencil scribbles
on such beautiful, new
paper
YOU ARE READING
Deception
PoetryA collection of poems I've written over a couple of years. Hoping to be published someday. Excerpt --------- When in reality I feel everything from the death that was not mine, to the cuts I did not make. ( "Machine" )
