Tick on, old clock. Annoy my silence.
Your face stained by time is the fruit of your character.
Once again, I am lost in your troublesome madness.
Tick on, good time. Don’t mind me.
You have seen my past yet you bleed no tears.
I fail to understand why you look so sad.
Tick on, old clock. Pass me by.
Tomorrow, I fear, you will do me no justice.
Author Bio:
Bronny Kraus is a South African living in the USA. Bronny realized her passion for writing and poetry at a young age and started personally documenting her writing since she was 14. Bronny grew up in a household where her voice was silenced and writing was a means to express her emotions and thoughts and a form of release. With no formal education in literature or writing, her poems are mostly free form and stem from an internal place of what she feels is meditation for her soul.
Your face stained by time is the fruit of your character.
Once again, I am lost in your troublesome madness.
Tick on, good time. Don’t mind me.
You have seen my past yet you bleed no tears.
I fail to understand why you look so sad.
Tick on, old clock. Pass me by.
Tomorrow, I fear, you will do me no justice.
Author Bio:
Bronny Kraus is a South African living in the USA. Bronny realized her passion for writing and poetry at a young age and started personally documenting her writing since she was 14. Bronny grew up in a household where her voice was silenced and writing was a means to express her emotions and thoughts and a form of release. With no formal education in literature or writing, her poems are mostly free form and stem from an internal place of what she feels is meditation for her soul.
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