Bad DreamsA Poem by Inner Rain02/23/10
Cold flesh, icy dead
Lying entranced on time's bed Tangled and entwined in past memories Haunted my shadows that the eyes don't see Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock Her eyes twitch to the sound of the clock Her hands frozen, lifeless it lays Lost from warmth and those bright summer days Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock Running though the night goes the clock Her heart jumps, and her mind erupts Its early morning, time to get up © 2010 Inner Rain |
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Added on March 26, 2010 Last Updated on March 26, 2010 AuthorInner RainCity Of The LivingAboutWhy I Write?! I love to write poems... Not really planning to make it a profession, i just enjoy it. I write to relieve stress, especially school-related stress and also so i can express my emot.. more..Writing
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