Tick. Tock.
Is the time passing too fast,
Or too horribly slow?
Is the clock mocking me?
It's hands are spinning around,
And around,
And around.
I think I lost track of the hours that have passed,
Since I started watching the hours pass.
Tick. Tock.
The sound of time passing,
Or the sound of a pipe bomb about to destroy this already rickety home?
Or are those just two different ways of saying the same damn thing?
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Does the Rain Ever Stop?: Poems and Musings
PoesíaHello Reader, This is my collection of poems and thoughts that I have compiled over the last few years. I have been writing for many years and my number one hope is that someone reads my poems and feels seen. Says "oh that's me". We all live in this...
