The Peculiar Ticking of Clocks

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
"I didn't want to be on the Life Support in the first place. Just disconnect me...In all honesty, I knew my life would end eventually, and time is just another word for how long we have to wait until it happens."

Submitted: February 03, 2010

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Submitted: February 03, 2010



No, this could not be .

How can you prove this conspiracy,

that lurks around each bend,

and slyly grins at me?

I'm in a book of paper dolls;

dress me up as you please.

It doesn't matter what I wear,

because there's a million more of me.

I try to stand out.

I try to put on a good show when I perform.

I go against the average flow,

but all along I slowly conform.

I am a fighter, but this time I can't fight.

I've been going against the ticking of clocks.

cut me from this life support of a string;

send me afloat home amongst the harbor and the docks.

My relentless efforts to not give up...

You give me a sad look before you go out the door.

I feel like everyone is abandoning me,

like they don't care or love me anymore.

There is no tutorial for life

so I just jump in and teach myself.

if things don't go the way I plan,

I get to my feet and get help.

So burn the ashes,

drown the tears.

When my clock has stopped ticking,

I won't have any fears.

© Copyright 2020 Catherine Rudderick . All rights reserved.

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