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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This was my very first poem that really started the moment of me writing......

Submitted: January 07, 2008

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Submitted: January 07, 2008

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Tick tock, tick tock.
The numbers are fading.
The hands are melting.
Everything is blurring.
The room is spinning.
Tick tock, tick tock.
My thoughts are racing.
Voices are screaming.
My pulses are rising.
My face I am disguising.
Tick tock, tick tock.
I am chocking.
On these emotions.
Throat is burning.
The tears I am fighting.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Silence I scream!
Give me peace.
Let me be!
Just please! Let me slip away.
Tick tock, tick tock.
I feel the darkness.
Tingling sensations.
Numbness on my bones.
Tick tock, tick tock.
I know I am not alone.
Here in this damp air.
As I transition over to the other side.
Where I no longer hear the tick tock, tick tock.


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