My World
I lay listening to my heart pound and the clock ticking away, waiting for midnight to arrive for another day. Nothing is said,nothing is done,until an angel came in to say, good morning dear-I brought you your meal, she hung it up and plugged in,then smiled at me with a glow so real. Hours went by,people came and left, nobody talks as much to me, perhaps they think I`m deaf, or parolised with stupidety. So I listen to the clock making rithom with my heart beat, waiting for midnight to hear my angel talk.
Copyright © Katherine Howell | Year Posted 2005
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