Tick Tock, Tick Tock
I only hear the weeps of the clock
Pitter-patter, Pitter-patter
Cries the rain in an agonizing matter
The white room is lonely
So is my heart
I badly want to see them
But borders are created.
"Help, hold my hand!
Release me from this dreams"
I shouted loudly
"No dear, you're trap. Besides they can't hear your cries. You're dead. Miracles hardly exist."
Beep-beep-beep-------
Then the machine howls silence.
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PoetryThoughts may kill your mind. Highest Ranking #2- Feb 21, 2019 (scares) #1- Feb 21, 2019 (3am thoughts) Book cover by: @glamorousxpixie
