Tick Tick Tick
Tick Tick Tick
Time keeps turning
and my heart keeps
pounding
the hot steamy red blood
rushes through my veins
my mind continues to
stock and store data
like busy honey bees
and I push onward
Tick Tick Tick
time keeps turning
my heart stops pounding
the hot steamy blood
lies cold and still
all the busy bees have died
my mind no longer collects data
I am stuck in cement
the world becomes empty
my universe stops rotating
yet...
Tick Tick Tick
Time Keeps Spinning
Copyright © Julie Zepeda | Year Posted 2016
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