Tick Tock
The silence surrounds,
Tick tock,
Tick tock,
I hear the delicate hands move,
Much like my own,
They drift in movement,
My breathing grows light,
I listen for silence,
A floorboard creaks,
Silence surrounds,
Almost,
Tick tock,
Tick tock.
This poem is about:
Me
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