Ignoring the Sandman
Time is ticking by faster
And the clock hangs off the edge
But my mind doesn't move as quickly
It's blocked by a deadened hedge
You say that time is precious
And I believe it all too well
I wish I could make things more certain
But some things God will never tell
Eyes as bloodshot as roses
And ears that are prickled with thorns
I await the coming sunrise
Amidst my body's scorns
Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2012
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