The clock ticks on the wall.
Tick, tick, tick.
Each second that goes by is a second wasted.
Tick, tick, tick.
Waiting for time to run out.
Tick, tick, tick.
The panic builds inside.
Tick, tick, tick.
Never knowing when the alarm will ring.
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Poetry from the Soul
PoetryJust poetry written by yours truly. There is a little bit of everything here.
