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RETIRED
Run back the hands on the clock,
Tick tock tick tock.
Here alone my mind continues to mock.
Feeling empty inside
My emotion have died
Dreams washed away by morning tide.
No sense of feeling
My heart keeps on peeling
Open wounds that aren`t healing.
No hate no anger no fear
No smile on this face will appear
Lifes intention isnt that clear.
Beyond lost at this point
Bones aching at every joint.
Broke and tired
Goals are gone I once desired
Im still young but im already retired.
Tick tock tick tock.
Here alone my mind continues to mock.
Feeling empty inside
My emotion have died
Dreams washed away by morning tide.
No sense of feeling
My heart keeps on peeling
Open wounds that aren`t healing.
No hate no anger no fear
No smile on this face will appear
Lifes intention isnt that clear.
Beyond lost at this point
Bones aching at every joint.
Broke and tired
Goals are gone I once desired
Im still young but im already retired.
Published 5th Jun 2014
| Edited 6th Jun 2014
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6th Jun 2014 7:47pm
I really like the feelinh in this poem, it is well written.
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6th Jun 2014 8:37pm
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