Everything I'm doing feels numbered
Every thought is about if that was the last time
How many more times will I cut my bangs
How many more times will I do my makeup
How many more beats will my heart have
How many hearts will I break
Everything is numbered
And I'm counting down
I'm happy with life
But I'm also waiting for it to be pulled from under me
When will the clock stop ticking
.t.b.
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Author:
tb (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: After a health scare I haven't been able to shake the sound of a clock, I started to worry if I'm counting down something.
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Comments2
Questions we all ask at one time or another and put into poetic lines such as this after a health scare would make time more vital - -- writing it out will help and hoping soon the obsession will lessen - a moving read.
Who knows? Life's scary because we never know.
Best regards.
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