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the 25th hour

by coldness 

Posted: 30 November 2005
Word Count: 111
Summary: its about how i am having trouble sleeping


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The 25th hour

The 25th hour passes all to quick
The clock is merely mocking me with its song of ďtick, tock, tickĒ
Stare at the hands with the hope of speeding time
It slows, so personal, but not mine
My eyes wont shut my muscles ache
Itís the secret 25th hour I'm still awake

All has fallen quiet I shed a tired tear
Soon all will stir and I will still be here
The walls seem restless the ceiling glares at me
The darkness means nothing now I can always see
Why canít I escape? Break free of its power?
Never to sleep again, a slave of the 25th hour







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The Walrus at 19:44 on 30 November 2005  Report this post
A succinct piece. Noone can be foreign to this.

Look forward to reading more.

Christina

paul53 [for I am he] at 11:10 on 01 December 2005  Report this post
This took me back to the aftermath of my failed first marriage; coming to understand what they meant by the "watches of the night" - and how long a day can be.

Shika at 16:15 on 02 December 2005  Report this post
Been there, very apt. Hope you do get some sleep. S


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