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11:19 pm
The clock ticks on
The numbers reach higher
Stretching towards midnight
The ticking falls
like the beat of a drum
A cold, unfeeling drum
Beating out my death sentence
A steady staccato
I lie in my bed
Curled up and longing
Longing for safety that isn't there
A surety that I cannot find
I am overwhelmed
Long since resigned
And yet still appalled
Still horrified at what I've become
Everything I should have done
No - should be doing
It isn't over yet
But I want it to be
I don't know why
It's pointless
When the clock reaches 12:01
Everything starts over
With more besides
The clock ticks on
The numbers reach higher
Stretching towards midnight
The ticking falls
like the beat of a drum
A cold, unfeeling drum
Beating out my death sentence
A steady staccato
I lie in my bed
Curled up and longing
Longing for safety that isn't there
A surety that I cannot find
I am overwhelmed
Long since resigned
And yet still appalled
Still horrified at what I've become
Everything I should have done
No - should be doing
It isn't over yet
But I want it to be
I don't know why
It's pointless
When the clock reaches 12:01
Everything starts over
With more besides
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I felt the need to write this. It's probably crap, but I don't care at the moment. And I don't know my poetry terms, so if this is in the complete wrong category, then please let me know where it should be. I'm overwhelmed with life right now, and make-me-want-to-be-dead-lines.
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