Time

by Emma   May 4, 2010


The hours pass by like nothing,
Each one passes without a change.
The same girl
Lonely
Waiting for something worthwhile.
Desperately clinging
To an ideal that does not exist,
To a person she is not and will not be.
Look at the clock.
An hour has passed.
But what, exactly, has passed?
Nothing.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Mona

    Hey Emma,

    I haven't been on in years either. It really was a warm welcome to read your comment on one of my newest (still very old) poem =)

    This poem of yours is brilliant. I really enjoyed reading it. It has so much depth to it. Fantastic! I hope to read more from you soon. Hope you are alright.

    Love,
    Mona

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