Tick tock, tick tock
The clock doesn't stop
Time still stands
And rabbits hop
They bounce through glades
Bound through the grass
Escaping the day
But they won't be the last
The tortoises push hard
Braving the sun
They push all the way
They run and they run
And each day they struggle
They struggle this way
They fight off the sleep
Refusing to lay
As the rabbit sits sleepy
Masked in his pride
Filled to the brim
Sloth at high tide
As the tortoise sped fastly
Alone on the road
Through time found the finish
Sought gloat like the toad
His chest puffed with ego
Eyes beamed so bright
He shouted his victory
Partied all through the night
But the hare saw sadness
His depression sought nigh
In his sorrow stopped breathing
His last breath was a sigh
Do not fall to your vice
To naught with your sin
As all wills to conquer
With patience you'll win
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Journal
PoetryThis is just a collaboration of poems that I wrote to get me through the day sometimes. Dealing with heartbreak tends to be deep and unforgiving but this was the only way I knew how
