'Tock'
By MalEntente
Caring but helpless . . . . . . shackled feelings abound. Mind becomes tired . . . . . . hear the same old sound. Marching quickly, nowhere . . . . . . always turning around. Looking deep into mirrors . . . . . . only sadness is found. Movement like a pendulum . . . . . . forwards is backwards found. Always coming closer . . . . . . but never reaching ground. Time loses relevance . . . . . . nothing seems to astound. Clanging ever slower . . . . . . life's clock has come unwound.I'd had a veeerrrrryyy bad day. It got better and I rewound my clock. Written November 13th, 2001 © on Nov 13 2001 01:36 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Caring but helpless . . ...."