The tick tock
of the clock
can you spot that its mocking me
slowing to a near stop
I'm in shock
it seems I'm the oddity
My peers
it appears
are unaware of this novelty.
The dissonance,
of this silence
has increased levels audibly.
There is a window near,
The day is clear.
Weather is perfect and all flawlessy
I open the window with ease,
I see swaying trees
Closing my eyes as I feel the breeze
relaxing a bit at the knees,
the wind does increase,
never felt so free,
More is sought,
indoors i am determined not to have my day spent,
was the thought
before I opened those eyes of mine in time to see the pavement.
By LA Kellam
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