The ticking clock
Hands that move
In measured time
Youre leaving soon.
Seven years
It seems much more
Soon you step
Outside the door.
A final farewell
So bitter so sweet
Into the arms
Of the waiting street.
The thieves the liars
They lay in wait
Of a woman I loved
You pack with haste.
Eyes which meet
No words to speak
Just final steps
Our fate to meet.
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Comments5
Short lines like hurried footsteps race this poem to its end. There is a sense of urgency here set by the clock at the begining. Very nicely done
many thanks much appreciated
Makes the heart race whilst reading. Very effective!
thanking you
Goes to quickly while reading it, love the poem
you are very kind many thanks
You are very welcome
Great write
thanking you
You're welcome
Nice write. It explains an anxiousness of leaving sanctity for an unknown. Great write.
you are very kind, thanking you
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