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Etched
and the secrets
within these walls
haunt me
kissing my soul
tasting the pain inside
etched in broken glass
these bitter sweet dreams
taunt me
the nights whisper is heard
begging to be let in
away from the dreaded world
and I close my eyes
and listen
silence fills me
and steals my breath
the clock never strikes
the same number twice
but the seconds that pass
are all the same
here I find my truth
and I close my eyes
and listen
within these walls
haunt me
kissing my soul
tasting the pain inside
etched in broken glass
these bitter sweet dreams
taunt me
the nights whisper is heard
begging to be let in
away from the dreaded world
and I close my eyes
and listen
silence fills me
and steals my breath
the clock never strikes
the same number twice
but the seconds that pass
are all the same
here I find my truth
and I close my eyes
and listen
Published 15th Sep 2021
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Anonymous
15th Sep 2021 1:24am
love these lines--
the clock never strikes
the same number twice
but the seconds that pass
are all the same
enjoyed!
the clock never strikes
the same number twice
but the seconds that pass
are all the same
enjoyed!
15th Sep 2021 1:26am
15th Sep 2021 4:02am
Dear J,
Ditto Mark’s observation, great phrase. I think you’ve orchestrated a feeling of high anxiety in your words that are so relatable.
“ etched in broken glass
these bitter sweet dreams
taunt me” brilliant. I really like the visual of the glass and fractured etchings. Clever piece. H🌷
Ditto Mark’s observation, great phrase. I think you’ve orchestrated a feeling of high anxiety in your words that are so relatable.
“ etched in broken glass
these bitter sweet dreams
taunt me” brilliant. I really like the visual of the glass and fractured etchings. Clever piece. H🌷
15th Sep 2021 5:24pm
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