Time

Really old one...I don't remember all of it, it was longer than this

Time passes by

I'm staring dumbly at the clock

I can only hear the "tick"

I cannot hear the "tock"

 

I haven't gone deaf

But I hear only every other word

My vision, so defined

Is now black and white and blurred

 

The room is spinning around

But I'm planted firmly on the ground

I can't speak

I can't think

I haven't tried, but I probably can't blink

 

Fifteen minutes down

Now a hundred minutes more

Impatient are my toes

As they tap against the floor

 

The thorny words are cutting deep

No longer just a tiny prick

The crimson petals match my blood

Blood that flows, rich and thick

 

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Author's Note

I was about 11 or so years old when this was written...I don't know how or why or where I was going with it, but about ten minutes ago I had that bit right there running through my mind and I typed all I could remember.

Reviews

[Taylor H.]

this was really good for your age and still good now. great job

[Gustan Joseph]

Pretty cool, I really like it. You were even good at poetry at age 11. Wow.