Poems

Wasting time

Waiting is my enemy
The clock is sitting there taunting me
tick-tock, tick- tock
The silence is like death to my ears
The winds howls sound like a girls tears
Tick-tock; tick-tock
Time goes by and I’m still here
When will my time come
When will this urge to run leave me
Is it time to fight or to crumple?
I need to know. I can’t live this way
Is it my fault or is it just pain?
Either way only I can decide
What my fate will lie
Tick-tock; tick-tock
Time to decide

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