Wednesday, December 3, 2014

My perturbed mind

In denial, I pause,
A deferment of the ruling,
The disbelief stark,
The distance not consoling.
Turn of events,
I'd rather they not
The clock, can it not tick
With fear, days are wrought.
Twiddling all fingers,
I await the reckoning,
Idle, the mind isn't
Anticipating a rude awakening.

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