lateA Poem by Christinestop staring at the clock listen to it tick and talk pause time. remember who you are, were, and could be now stare at it watch its hands itch its way around in a circle watch your life fuse its way into time bombs; explode your memories at midnight shed your Cinderella dreams leave them helplessly waiting to be cherished ask Father Time for five more minutes of Peace before you wake up from your Nightmares © 2016 Christine |
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