tick
tock
goes the clock
as time surrounds
and suffocates
our poor sorry souls
tick
tock
goes the clock
as the metaphorical knife
drives deeper
into our lonely broken hearts
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PoetryA collection of short poems ~ ♡ ~ the words of a weary, beaten soul who wishes to share her poems with the world
