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The noise that it makes aggravates
The hands pull me closer to doom
360 isn't enough for me
The lids are bitten
The tubes are empty
Eyes are trying to taunt me
No one's looking
But everyone's judging
Watching the hands tick tock
My patience is waring
My leg is bouncing
A blank page stares at me
It should be over
Why isn't it over
The insolent specimens in front of me
Behind to the left and to the right
Prolong the inevitable
I want to leave!
Staring at the back of someone I only know the name of
I read signs
No one wants to be here
Some look down
Others around
And then we hear the sound
It's like an angel singing in heaven
Or the wind laughing
The joyous sound is all I need
2/5/2018
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Poetry of a Blind Girl
PoetryThis a complete collection of the poetry which I have written over my lifetime. I hope that you enjoy them!
