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Tick Tock
Time
has come
and gone
and left
me blind
to all
the things
I've left
behind
the dreams
I thought
could once
be real
the things
that once
we used
to feel
the hands
of time
upon
the wall
across
my face
their sha-
dows crawl
as day
gives way
into
night's damp
still life
cast from
a dim
street lamp
like sha-
dows deep
inside
of me
no move-
ment or
seren-
ity
but thoughts
of you
move through
my mind
my great-
est en-
emy
is
time
A good poem. The form lends itself well to your thoughts.
This is really great. I enjoyed it a lot. Who hasn't been there, but you write it so well. I feel like you have stolen all of the pretty words out of my head. Well, all I can think to say is thanks for sharing. Seriously. Love, aly