Clocks Ticking
Clocks ticking as time is a constant,
the end of a year, last three months lament.
I've come to terms with what I've done,
ousted from home and heart with nowhere to run.
It's amazing how total strangers are willing to help you out,
when your mind and heart are going through a drought.
I wish I could undo all that I've done wrong,
must endure this torture, must stay strong.
Please don't hate me for the mistakes I've made,
even though I kept making them, drawn out like a blade.
Clocks ticking as time is a constant,
waiting to face the obvious, something I can't circumvent.
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