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Clockwatcher

Awakened from your sleep Words buzzing through your head Shadowy images, hazy pictures Flashing by the windows of your past Stolen moments, innocence lost Never to be returned Can’t sleep, don’t want to think Time continues to pass Minutes, hours, days and years ALL remain the same Hurt, pain, anguish, guilt and shame Hasn’t gone away Seasons change, you get older Or do you?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 8/18/2009 12:21:00 PM
Interesting take on hurt. Sometimes with deep hurt the person gets hung up at a certain age for sure. Keep writing. Sara
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