Far Lapenna Poems
|4.||Stronger Than You||11/7/2012|
|10.||Day At The Beach||10/2/2015|
|12.||Look Death In The Eye||10/2/2015|
|13.||There Is Still Hope||10/2/2015|
|16.||Not What You Want; Just What You Need||4/23/2012|
|17.||Life Is A Seamstress||12/8/2013|
|18.||Locket Of My Thoughts||3/13/2014|
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Softly ticking, an insistent thrill,
The wall, my phone, my head is still
A million questions asked
Why not you?
The almost inaudible thumping
Of the metal hands
Glinting off my wrists
And the ticking persists.
Burning a hole through concentration
Shattering it, rupturing it.
I can't stop listening,
Panicking not breathing.
An end to the misery,
Even though I know I should stop,
All I can hear is the ticking of the clock.
I don't see the point in watching TV all day long
I don't see the point in acting like I belong
I don't see the point in doing my own homework
I don't see the point in ignoring someone's smirk
I don't see the point in believing things are real
I don't see the point in involving in some scandal
I don't see the point in obliging my younger siblings
I don't see the point in collecting some old shillings
I don't see the point in lying in bed all day