The Watch Poem by Frances Darwin Cornford
The Watch
I wakened on my hot, hard bed;
Upon the pillow lay my head;
Beneath the pillow I could hear
My little watch was ticking clear.
I thought the throbbing of it went
Like my continual discontent,
I thought it said in every tick:
I am so sick, so sick, so sick;
O death, come quick, come quick, come quick,
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick.
Ya morning alarm and the ticking of the clock bother everyone...Nice poem
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10/11/2024 10:28:32 AM # 1.0.0
Hard to feel sorry for a woman who is so bored with life she'd rather die. In the meantime there are people who are struggling to live through the most horrendous of battles.