Void of emotion, fake smiles ever so slowly become my nature. Bones to pick, pick and pick away leaving my wall nothing more than a pile of rubble. tick Conflicting thoughts flicker and flutter searching for a way out. Anger , hurt and melancholy merge in the pit of my stomach and out comes anxiety. tick Laughter? Who’s that? Happiness? A headstone to mark its existence. tick Enduringly awaiting the ... final ... tick.
This is a poem taken from my Creative Writing portfolio 'Time is of the essence'