15 MinutesA Poem by Storm K.
Left, ticking on the clock,
just like through the looking glass where Alice used to wait - for something to happen, learn something new and shiny and bright without the pressures from the Queen. Hearts beating, rhythm constant, beat, beat, beat... tick, tick, tick; and yet hands fly across the page. The silence; weighted, axes above their necks, listening for orders to come from above and bring them slicing down. They thought treason had caused their fate but they just ran out of time. Pens dropping with clatters and the sighs, an orchestra of voices, spiralling through air and thoughts, fears and hopes. They don't know which bottle to drink, if the cake can be trusted - desperation makes it easy to click the ruby heels and pray that home is close by. Labels wrap themselves around
the pinky finger of each lost soul; they tried - they really, really tried, in investigations, complex mazes, to answer everything you asked. But it's finished now, the war is done. Come out from under cover. Alice is back in the real world, this IB exam is over. © 2013 Storm K.Author's Note
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8 Reviews Added on March 20, 2013 Last Updated on March 20, 2013 Tags: IB, Alice in Wonderland, death, time AuthorStorm K.Wales, United KingdomAbout"the irony is that I can't express my love for writing in words." I'm Storm. Eighteen years old, going to college in a castle by the sea. I am an escapist, a lover, a fighter, a reader, but most of.. more..Writing
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