Ten MinutesA Poem by Gypsy Dreamer"Emotions and how they are easily changed"I feel like a number an animal on an assembly line... waiting in a coma state of mind... for the inevitable. Minute by minute the clock ticks in her timely fashion... holding steadfast and strong as I fall into this abyss. Strangely enough I seek to capture some thing to pull me out or take me in to take me away from this neutral position. Awe a chemical mixed with forms of fillers and binders squeezed together for my human hand to handle. My mind smiles before my mouth opens to receive... Give me ten minutes Just ten damn minutes... and I'm free. © 2012 Gypsy DreamerAuthor's Note
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