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Poem-a-Day


Poem-a-Day 


Poem-a-Day


Poem-a-Day 


Poem-a-Day


Poem-a-Day 


Poem-a-Day 


Poem-a-day 


Living Death 


The minutes just keep passing

White on my wrist red on the clock 

Menacing with a secondhand 

That hangs on the wall

While the reel of visions

Unravel in my mind 

The harder I try to stop

The faster they come

Searching and found 

Unmoving on the ground 

Lifeless and stiff 

Gun by his hand 

Facedown in a river of blood 

I can’t stop either

Time passing 

Or visions from coming 

Over and over like a broken projector 

And yet it somehow all slows

As it meticulously drives me mad – 

j.a.terry 3.31.17


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