Tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic
That's the sound of the clock in my mind
Only on a good day
A normal day the clock runs like this
Tictictictictictictictic
Frantic
'You're running out of time!'
The clock whispers
It's time for school
I'm 30 minutes early
But I'm usually 40 minutes early
The clock in my mind shakes nervously
'You're late! You're late!'
A/N: this poem is crap but whatever
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PoetryA collection of experimental poems. They're cool, I guess. You'll just have to check them out for yourself.
