I stand feeling empty, Following the same steps as the day
before. Bored, lonely just to close my eyes and feel the night
burn, and from its ashes arise another day and on that day I
will follow the same steps and watch as in a blink of an Eye time
flies by and hours become minutes and minutes become seconds
waiting with thirst for excitement and New to be the dawn in my
dark times.
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Author:
ViciouZTrickster (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The poem was made when I was sitting bored and I was so bored I nearly begged for something new or Unprecedented. And my thoughts went on rambling the poetic statements on time so I put what I thought on a notepad in my desktop and posted it here.
- Category: Short story
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