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Feb 2017 · 203
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Ronnie Crabtree Feb 2017
Let me go then
While the sun sleeps
While the streets remain silent
Before the morning dew forms on the grass

Let me go then
To cut the string between us
To let you live without fear of me
Or rather what might become of me

The street, covered in filth,
Seems so peaceful

But how could it?
How could it, Tonight of all nights?

An old man, sitting on the sidewalk
With eyes sulken-
Recalling fallen friends

I pass him with
Despair and Fear
Fear of what awaits me

The town (still asleep)
Is quiet as I approach
The dock

My Gear, packed and waiting
For me

The Ocean is beautiful

But not as beautiful
As her eyes
hair
ears
Or even toes
She is perfect, and I Love her
But she deserves better

I should push these thoughts
Out of my mind

War
That’s all that should
Be going through it

But how?
How could i have
Left her like that?

All well,
It’s too late now
The Country owns my soul

I should forget about her,
For surly,
She will do the same to me.


~Ronnie
Feb 2017 · 540
Tick-Tock
Ronnie Crabtree Feb 2017
I sit in silence
waiting , Listening
TICK-TOCK
TICK-TOCK
goes the clock
As I sit and wait
Wait for something
-ANYTHING-
to happen
TICK-TOCK
TICK-TOCK
goes the clock
the clock goes
TICK-TOCK
TICK-TOCK
i sit and wait
Wait for time to run out
TICK-TOCK
goes the ******* clock
Something happen
PLEASE
-ANYTHING-
i’m dying
Dying of Boredom
TICK-TOCK
The ******* clock goes
TICK-TOCK
TICK-TOCK
TICK-TOCK
TICK-TOCK


~Ronnie

— The End —