Stuck in between the
cold white
Blank
Corridors
that gapeseed
Back at me.
The echoes
Of the red arm
Audibly ticking seconds away
A reminder
Time is in motion,
Just like my thoughts
When boredom is my notion.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 6:22 AM UTC
Stuck in between the
cold white
Blank
Corridors
that gapeseed
Back at me.
The echoes
Of the red arm
Audibly ticking seconds away
A reminder
Time is in motion,
Just like my thoughts
When boredom is my notion.
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