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Elizabeth Waxman
Poems
Jun 2014
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Tick toc
Tick toc
The only sound that echoes
In the night full of stars
My lamp the only light
The beautiful silence
The usually loud bodies
Now lying like dead corpses
Their breath slow and even
Looking so peaceful for once
Enjoying these few hours
Before they rise
This is the time my friend come out
The dark figure on my wall
The one I tell everything to
The one who will sit there and listen
What I would wish to be it
Looking so large and powerful
No more yelling in my ear
No more torture in my soul
But a coward it is also
Scared once light leaves
Leaving me in the dark
Alone I cannot speak
Once the sun can rise
Alone I will be once more
The bodies soon will rise
And the fear will once again grow
Only the thought of night
To see my friend once more
To cry and laugh and play
To be once again whole
I cannot say about her
Because I know people would say
A girl friends with her shadow
Must be very strange
Written by
Elizabeth Waxman
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