Category : Poems

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    I can hear the ticking of the clock 

As hour by hour slowly goes by 

I am haunted by what used to be and frightened by what lies ahead 

Hard lessons have been learned

 My heart has taken a beating, but I believe it's beginning to mend

 I can hear the ticking of the clock 

As hour by hour goes by 

As day-by-day

Week by week 

Month by month slowly goes by 

Memories of you have become less and less

 And your name is no longer in my vocabulary 

You are no longer a part of me 

All that remains are the scars of you 

And they serve as a reminder of a place I never want to be again