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A life stuck at 7PM The clock on the wall never moves And the second hand never shifts – Nothing to win, nothing to lose. See the sky slowly growing dark. The in-between time, before sleep, Nothing is right or even wrong – A place where I don’t want to be. Perfect dusk with reluctant clouds; The sun has gone to bed alone While my head is clouded with doubts I lie there – silent – on my own. Waiting is the hardest part tonight: In between breaths I wait for sleep, Dreaming of all the things undone – Losing pieces while losing me. Silent rain creeps down my window To whisper: “I will find you soon” I turn, not wanting to feel, Look away to implore the moon. I search for answers in the dark, But all I find is silence. Seconds stretch to days behind me; All that mattered was in past tense... They press harder against my ears: Screaming, screaming, screaming loud They compete – all my secret fears If I can’t breathe, I’ll surely drown. There is no peace for me because They refuse to keep their silence – Whispers morph into demons, and Demons are replaced with giants. I surrender, the same refrain, A question, always tireless: Tell me what tomorrow will bring; For mine endless night is timeless.
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
Regrets at 18
A life stuck at 7PM The clock on the wall never moves And the second hand never shifts – Nothing to win, nothing to lose. See the sky slowly growing dark. The in-between time, before sleep, Nothing is right or even wrong – A place where I don’t want to be. Perfect dusk with reluctant clouds; The sun has gone to bed alone While my head is clouded with doubts I lie there – silent – on my own. Waiting is the hardest part tonight: In between breaths I wait for sleep, Dreaming of all the things undone – Losing pieces while losing me. Silent rain creeps down my window To whisper: “I will find you soon” I turn, not wanting to feel, Look away to implore the moon. I search for answers in the dark, But all I find is silence. Seconds stretch to days behind me; All that mattered was in past tense... They press harder against my ears: Screaming, screaming, screaming loud They compete – all my secret fears If I can’t breathe, I’ll surely drown. There is no peace for me because They refuse to keep their silence – Whispers morph into demons, and Demons are replaced with giants. I surrender, the same refrain, A question, always tireless: Tell me what tomorrow will bring; For mine endless night is timeless.
written around the time of high school graduation
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
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