seasons

seasons

A Poem by chr66is

phantom tick, silent tock,

coming from a broken clock,

haunted passing, sacred time,

just another unheard chime,

 

empty hearts, spirits mock,

wayward souls are placed in hock,

wasted moments, such a crime,

days to come will be sublime.

-CV

© 2008 chr66is


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this is a good little piece. not to demean it.

the rhyme scheme is really good.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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chr66is
chr66is

St. Louis, MO



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39 year-old social worker, writer, musician, and visual artist. My interests include accessing the collective unconscious as often as possible, sobriety, poetry, yoga, indoor climbing, tattoos, readi.. more..

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