RUN…

You no longer speak,
You tell.
You no longer hold,
You push.
You no longer stay,
You leave.
You no longer are for me,
Run…
I no longer laugh,
I cry.
I no longer dream,
I’ve died.
I no longer feel,
I’m numb.
I no longer walk,
I Run.

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“The Clock Watcher” (A Repost of my own)

As I sit here watching the clock,

Time seems like it’s moving too slow,

All that’s left to do is dream about,

Is how I could have so much more.

Life is only fair when you make it that way,

Until another day passes and you’ve turned your head away,

I feel my life is just moving so slow,

If I don’t start to run I may never know.

And it’s over now,

I must move on somehow,

No looking back,

To the place I left behind.

So I still sit watching the clock,

But the time means nothing to me,

All that’s left to do is live my dream,

Just the way it was supposed to be.

“Clock Watcher”

I ORIGINALLY WROTE THIS IN SONG FORMAT TO PLAY ON MY GUITAR, BUT I HAVE DECIDED TO SHARE IT AS A POEM:

As I sit here watching the clock,

Time seems like it’s moving too slow,

All that’s left to do is dream about,

Is how I could have so much more.

Life is only fair when you make it that way,

Until another day passes and you’ve turned your head away,

I feel my life is just moving so slow,

If I don’t start to run I may never know.

And it’s over now,

I must move on somehow,

No looking back,

To the place I left behind.

So I still sit watching the clock,

But the time means nothing to me,

All that’s left to do is live my dream,

Just the way it was supposed to be.