Enthusiastic Lunacy
The ticking, etching the central location
Talking about something
Talking about nothing
To feel
Or not
A thought, a question
Will this dare leave me now?
I can’t see my world it has gone blind
Where I look and to what I find
Passages of time
Knowing the purpose
Or not knowing
Hide it quick its showing
They cannot know me
For if they do they shall be sickened be on compare
For so long you’ve been my friend
So don’t fail me now
My paper, my pen in my hand
A place to run to
A dream to dream
The ticking, etching the central location
The writer's scream
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2009
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