There's a Grandfather clock
Chained to my ankle.
Dragging it across the carpet,
I will the healing to begin.
Wishing time away,
I shove the minute hand around the face.
Every second a milestone.
Each chime a celebration.
Oh, Father time!
Won't you take this pain away?
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- Flygirlie314
- Free spirit, positive outlook on life, appreciation for dry humor, passionate about literature and music. This is my outlet, my ramblings, my emotions, my insanity.
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