Tick Tock in Study HallA Poem by Voice11Something I came up with in study hall, Flow of conciensness really.Light from the window Shines
down upon the dusty floor particles of dust, floating in the air silence...silence this room doth prize The ticking of the clock now forever ceased the creaking of the walls now only the quietest knock Mockingbird, Mockingbird upon the branch outside how odd it seems to mock this house of wood petrified. Checker shapes on the floor bright yellow paints the walls a notebook lies forgotten the story that has no end tears sting the eyes of a life forgotten every second whisked away with the non-ticking of the clock © 2012 Voice11Author's Note
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Added on June 9, 2010Last Updated on May 18, 2012 AuthorVoice11In a small town =), MEAboutMy name is Michelle. I am 22. I' still finding my way. more..Writing
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