Pocketwatch

Pocketwatch

A 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.

© 2016 Breezy


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Added on January 27, 2016
Last Updated on January 27, 2016
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Breezy
Breezy

TN



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I'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..

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