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Tick... Tick... Tick

Poetry By: Laila Alexander

Ehm, for starters, I was staying up late as I studied for a particularly tough exam. Suddenly I needed a break, couldn't even breathe at some point... and just as sudden I was flopped onto the bed staring at the clock. And it was 23:55p.m and a thought came to my mind...
Five minutes to midnight.

Submitted:Jul 4, 2012    Reads: 47    Comments: 16    Likes: 2   

Note: It was originally titled "Dots and Spaces", but I changed it. I still don't like this one that much :S

Five minutes to midnight...

Stains on the pillowcase that are my tears

Five minutes after midnight...

Tears I cried for such long years

I cry as if I am consumed by guilt

It feels like I have nothing left

And I weep for all that I could lose, yet

I wail for the star that awaits up ahead

My hand trembles...
It feels as if I am overwhelmed with grief
As I go on crying

My heart slows the beats...
As if I am faced with hate
As if I can't collect my remains

It is filled with confusion, this moment
It is strange how my memory keeps points of light
while around me deep shadows growl in rhyme.

I can't see...
Strange how I can still breathe...

I feel like I am going to die
I am about to call on my repentant sins

But my world is resounding with relentless ticks

I cling to my dream of a forever

I am a believer, I know
But how could I still be so unsure?

My lips are dry...
I need a smile
These chains around my heart..
I long for an escape
Where is my voice?
I cannot hear a beep...

Where is the real me I really want to meet?

Breaking loose...Setting free...

It sounds so personal, yet, in a way, it has nothing to do with me...


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