ClocksA Poem by Autumn Sometimes clocks just mock me.
I mindlessly stared
Watching the hands slowly move Prolonging this torture Maybe my situation will improve It taunted me with its face Smiling as if it relished in my unhappiness Controlling everything just wasn't enough Making me sit here in this crappiness
© 2020 AutumnAuthor's Note
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AutumnKnoxville, TNAboutI'm a 20-year-old college student who writes as a hobby. I mostly write supernatural fiction but my short stories do tend to stray from the spooky. more..Writing
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