Tick TockA Poem by rachielleThis poem was another treasure I found in my old planner. I remember I wrote this because I couldn't sleep and I felt the silence deafening me.
The city lights wait, the city lights call out my name;
And I hear voices and sounds in my head- A ticking of a clock fast-forwards as I lay in bed. I look at the clock but it's not the same The other ticking is driving me insane. I stand up, I can't stay here. No, not when everything's unclear. I got to run, run far away, Set out even without a place to stay. The adventure is calling me, And I don't wish to disagree; But as I was about to stand up, I woke up. It was all but a fantasy. © 2010 rachielleReviews
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