The ticking had started as soon as I entered my room.
Sad, and
Most of all
Frustrated
I had laid down
Tv on
Though my Netflix drama paused
Prepared to cry
Behind my room's locked door.
I was not gonna wait
For the tears to display themselves
On my cheeks
In a stream of warmth
So
I focused my mind
To work
On publishing my poems.
The ticking had me curious
Had me full of doubts
But didn't condition me
To madness.
I could have sworn
That it kept its silence
Twice:
When I thought about
My troubles in life
Connected.
Truly the ticking was more like knocking at a high frequency.
-May 19, '18
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Poem's Majority w\ Short Stories Galore
Poesia"He proceeds; Without disuasion; To sneak; Lurk; And crawl around me." - Chapter One Includes the many poems, which are sometimes counted as shorts, that I have created and will create this school year (2017-18) and maybe on. They're most likely goi...
