The Petal Falls

Poem by: panterism27

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I'm surrounded by these walls,
Watching as the petal falls,
Waiting,listening as God calls,
For whom the bell tolls,
Looking at nothing as the clock hand rolls,
One o'clock, eight o'clock,
As the clock goes tick tock,
Listening to the sound,
Of my feet tapping the ground,
To the rythm, making a rhyme,
To the beat of time,
It should be a crime,
I'm sour as a lime,
I'm having a thought,
A memory of a time I fought,
Remembering a student that I taught,
A lesson to,
But she forgot it so soon,
I'm going crazy as a loon,
Am I real or a toon?
Am I all alone,
Am I a clone,
I guess I'll never know,
My life is like a dramatic T.V. show,
Could this really be?
Is it happening to me?
Do I really care?
Do I want to share,
My feelings in this way?
Not now but maybe one day,
And if someone asks that's what I'll say.


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Submitted: January 30, 2007

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Submitted: January 30, 2007

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I'm surrounded by these walls,
Watching as the petal falls,
Waiting,listening as God calls,
For whom the bell tolls,
Looking at nothing as the clock hand rolls,
One o'clock, eight o'clock,
As the clock goes tick tock,
Listening to the sound,
Of my feet tapping the ground,
To the rythm, making a rhyme,
To the beat of time,
It should be a crime,
I'm sour as a lime,
I'm having a thought,
A memory of a time I fought,
Remembering a student that I taught,
Alesson to,
But she forgot it so soon,
I'm going crazy as a loon,
Am I real or a toon?
Am I all alone,
AAm I a clone,
I guess I'll never know,
My life is like a dramatic T.V. show,
Could this really be?
Is it happening to me?
Do I really care?
Do I want to share,
My eelings in this way?
Not ow but maybe one day,
And if someone asks that's what I'll say.


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The Petal Falls The Petal Falls

Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

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Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Houses:

Booksie Classic

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general

Summary

I'm surrounded by these walls,
Watching as the petal falls,
Waiting,listening as God calls,
For whom the bell tolls,
Looking at nothing as the clock hand rolls,
One o'clock, eight o'clock,
As the clock goes tick tock,
Listening to the sound,
Of my feet tapping the ground,
To the rythm, making a rhyme,
To the beat of time,
It should be a crime,
I'm sour as a lime,
I'm having a thought,
A memory of a time I fought,
Remembering a student that I taught,
A lesson to,
But she forgot it so soon,
I'm going crazy as a loon,
Am I real or a toon?
Am I all alone,
Am I a clone,
I guess I'll never know,
My life is like a dramatic T.V. show,
Could this really be?
Is it happening to me?
Do I really care?
Do I want to share,
My feelings in this way?
Not now but maybe one day,
And if someone asks that's what I'll say.


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