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...Torment of a ticking clock
By SolApathy
Forlorn in the misery of ill-repair
I spend my waking moments in catatonic despair
Burdened by the moments I never transformed
Her habit, never reformed
My dreams are the chaos of all the things I should have done
Burning in my mind, a thousand suns
It’s my fault even though I know it isn’t
A burdensome paradox I don’t know if I’ll live through
As the thoughts of my love take me through all the hues
From bitter regret, to thoughts of that first day we met
I’m just not ready to lose her, just yet
Or ever for that matter, as the tears they splatter
Don’t look into my eyes as you will only see my cry
Screaming in my mind----Why?
I spend my waking moments in catatonic despair
Burdened by the moments I never transformed
Her habit, never reformed
My dreams are the chaos of all the things I should have done
Burning in my mind, a thousand suns
It’s my fault even though I know it isn’t
A burdensome paradox I don’t know if I’ll live through
As the thoughts of my love take me through all the hues
From bitter regret, to thoughts of that first day we met
I’m just not ready to lose her, just yet
Or ever for that matter, as the tears they splatter
Don’t look into my eyes as you will only see my cry
Screaming in my mind----Why?
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Sunday, May 17, 2020.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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