I Miss My Friends
the intense quiet could shatter glass
it was despair at its finest point
the way the movements were all consigned
to one single breadth
no one could make a sound
without the approval of the clock
and the world was flatlined
no fortunate adventures
the gaping holes of being lost in time
without a single way out.
Copyright © Chantelle Easterling | Year Posted 2016
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