Damage

While awaiting clock chimes,

Her choices mark beating time.

 

Trudging amid similar life,

Knowingly grabs sharpened knife.

 

Strokes across penetrate deep,

Senses begin their ceaseless sleep.

 

Her choice marked beating time,

Numb by last striking chime.

Reviews

[J. F. Charleston]

Cool. Kinda. Sad a little. Could feel that knife cut. Awesome!

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very poignant
hopefully, there'll be better choice ahead

[Hunter C. Brown]

wow, absolutely adore the amount of emotion in this poem, u make me jealous!!!! jk but seriously great poem, good work

[Coffee Vampier]

My child, this is very depressing, love the emotion in it, its strong. You have a wonderful scene of flow, nice job :)