Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 17
Reminisce — time flowing counterclockwise,
as future becomes present – past.
Tick, Tock, Tick –
stop;
silence.
All alone by oneself;
lost in a parade of open arms.
Deceiving; never meant for “our” reception.
Written by
isabel  16/F/Bavaria, Germany
(16/F/Bavaria, Germany)   
  181
   fizbett, Emma, Rick and Vianne Lior
Please log in to view and add comments on poems