Journal nizo's Journal: Time Wasted 11
Inspired by daniil's journal subject "Yesterday's gone", but other than that it has nothing to do with said journal entry
I sit beneath the ticking clock,
tick, tick, tick.
My life fleeing from my feeble grasp,
one second at a time.
And yet I remain to hear,
tick, tick, tick.
The seconds slip past,
like the grains from my life's hourglass.
I hurry to worry,
tick, tick, tick.
With horror I watch,
as the seconds march past.
I run in circles screaming;
tick, tick, tick.
Lamenting, "Woe is I!"
as the seconds fly by.
I pull out handfulls of my hair,
and continue to wail and gnash my teeth.
I fall down in utter dispair,
with the the sound of the clock still in the air.
Tick, tick, tick.....
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I once wrote a poem, 'Crickets', that was very similar in meaning. I may pull it out and journal it sometime soon. Thank you for posting.
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Poetry with some form of symmetry or meter has an inherent magic to it. If your teacher had forced you to eat a spoonfull of sugar every day for a seme
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Time is the fire in which we burn.
Apparently penned by one Delmore Schwartz. You really do learn something every day. Can I go home now?
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