The ticking Clocks lining the walls turn to angered calls as we freeze.
They Scream for us to follow;
For rules tell that this day must push on.
It could never be made long, so I say no;
Let’s not go, at least for a moment.
Stomachs tumbled to our knees,
as our heads drift away in the still breeze;
It was the frustration you feel when your pen runs out of ink, yet there is so much left to say.
and still, I did not feel.
For fear that this was not real, fed fear that this could end.
My will began to bend as I could take no more,
sides caving in I yelled “cannibals.”
Then I took to your eyes.
If death gripped me now I would hold my head and raise my brow,
With them wide it would know:
looking from your eyes, I am fearless.
It could not help but close the gap,
as my strings that each been tapped, filed each note.
One by one they stood;
Hoping they could hear.
With my breath filling up their ears, you left me.
Bursting from my burdened stings,
Fortissimo; and with them, They bring…
Playing a song that once longed to be written,
yet words would not allow it.
Although, They can still write, letting me know,
Distance is not big enough
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