Broken Clock :)

July 11, 2010
To My Left,
There's An Empty Chair.
If You Were Here,
You'd Be Sitting There.
When I Look Down,
There Should Be Four.
But Only Two Feet Are On The Floor.
Can't Seem To Dismiss;
This Emptyness.
It's Like A Tick,
Without A Tock.
The Sound Of A Broken Clock.
Piglet If Pooh Died.
Bonny Without Clyde.
Can't Help But Wonder,
How Hard They Cried.?





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wishing4thebest2day said...
Aug. 9, 2010 at 7:31 pm
I loved this poem. It was very sad, however, I enjoy reading sad poems. The words you wrote seemed to be true and real with soul, not fake and emotionless. This poem was amazing and you should keep writing! :)
 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 6, 2010 at 9:54 am
I simply loved this, although it was sad. Loss is a sad and complicated thing, but you described it well with this poem.
 
fml.says.it.all said...
Aug. 5, 2010 at 9:29 pm
It's Amazing. And I can relate real easily to this :'( I cried.
 
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