My Poetry. The Unending Clock.
Lying awake, staring hard at the silent clock,trapped alone in your own private, empty space.Tick-tock, tick-tock is the only sound you hear,no sign of sweet sleep,...
Lying awake, staring hard at the silent clock,trapped alone in your own private, empty space.Tick-tock, tick-tock is the only sound you hear,no sign of sweet sleep,...