“Tock Tick”

the clock ticks rhythmically
she sits, listening.
it forms a tempo for her whirling thoughts
for the tempest scattering the pages upon which her memories rest.
she closes her eyes
tries to make sense of them
faces and voices half remembered
fragments and shards of a life that is no longer hers.


2 thoughts on ““Tock Tick”

  1. I love your poetry and am so glad to have found your blog through my Monday Melting prompt. I hope you eventually discover my comments in your spam folder. 🙂

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