Time ( the end)
Tick. Tick .Tick.
Time seems to speed up
Yet the end is still too far
It’s all a domino effect
All the things you say push my finger further
Triggering a fully loaded reaction
Mutilating every inch of this numb being
Like a man in a burning house
The water feels like acid
Slowly shedding every last happiness
This pain spreads like an infection
Paralyzing my every desire
Tick. Tick .Tick.
Maybe it’s just time to smash the clock
And create my own end
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| In my head | 2 | 12/27/2009 |
| Cursed | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| My Blissful Blasphmey | 2 | 11/04/2009 |
| They | 3 | 09/17/2009 |
| wishing | 0 | 09/17/2009 |
| Sick | 4 | 09/13/2009 |
| I never wanted | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| good enough | 1 | 09/12/2009 |
| to my bro | 1 | 08/25/2009 |
| Wolf | 2 | 08/25/2009 |
| Amazing | 1 | 08/25/2009 |
| Time ( the end) | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| Need | 0 | 07/19/2009 |
| Deteriorating | 1 | 08/18/2009 |
| Gone | 2 | 06/26/2009 |
| 4 months | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
| one month | 1 | 06/17/2009 |
| Head aches | 1 | 06/17/2009 |
| My slice of heaven | 2 | 06/17/2009 |
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