Tick. Tock.
Time walks forward.
Why am I not moving?
Frozen.
Eyes on me; stripping me naked.
Exposed.
Whispers in the air…
They know…they know about me.
Truth.
Stop it.
Tick. Tock.
Stop it. Stop moving… Time, stop moving.
Be still.
Like me.
I’ve ran out of places to hide. Where to?
Here? There?
Stop.
Don’t you see?
I’m on the verge of exploding.
Excellent poetry. 🙂
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