8/1/11A Poem by ZmHthe hour hand chases me at a slow mocking pacethe minute hand sweeps over me, without a trace time keeps moving, but i seem to stand still the ticking harsh the reality shrill time moves forward, falling back alone inside, close to death faithless, faceless all words too kind just another person lost in time © 2011 ZmH |
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1 Review Added on August 1, 2011 Last Updated on August 1, 2011 AuthorZmHAboutlife is full of deception and loss take it one step at a time. look to the future not the past. these are things i live by, rules i follow. my name is zoe. im 16 and i love writing. Its one of the on.. more..Writing
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