PocketwatchA Poem by Breezy
I can hear the steady slow ticking of my watch.
It goes "Tick, tick, tick" and never falters. I listen intensely, tuning out all other sounds. I don't hear my fingers on the keys Or the church bells that ring like alarms every hour. My breathing changes, matching itself with the ticking. And even time has no meaning at the moment.
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StatsAuthorBreezyTNAboutI'm a small town country girl who loves a good ghost story every now and again. I love to read and write stories in my free time. I hope to travel the world someday and write about that experience. more..Writing
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