Written by BusyMindThinking and HastyWords
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There was a clock
It was crying in my dreams
It was ticking but the hands
They had both stopped
It made me sad
For its purpose
Its reason, its destiny
Sat motionless
Stalled, upon the wall
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I thought that I was sleeping
Yet my eyes were opened wide
It was me that I found crying
From this truth
I could not hide
For I am the clock
Stalled upon the wall
Questioning my purpose
My reason, my destiny
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Why am I here at all?
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Night after night
Day after day
I live in my slumber
As slumber is my wake
I hear the ticking loud
As I watch, dreaming
Time flowing away
Unable to dive in
And get lost in its ways
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These chains
Won’t let me go
My heart…tic-toc
It’s too slow
Stalled by this thing
We call life
More time,
More minutes, more hours
Too late, die like a coward
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Why was I here at all?
HASTYWORDS 
It was so much fun working with you. I’m honored.
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I am just as honored!!!! It was a fast one and I loved it.
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I should have asked for permission first and feel somewhat disrespectful now. I reblogged to my page as well. Would you like me to delete until you’ve had an opportunity to keep it on your own page only? It was fun and yes, fast. LOL
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NO You are supposed to put it up 🙂 Thank you 🙂
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Reblogged this on Busy Mind Thinking and commented:
I had the privilege of working with this very talented individual. I’m feeling very blessed indeed. https://hastywords.wordpress.com
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Mmmmmmm
more searching 2 do
j
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Oh my gosh!! Get out of my head you two!!
Excellent piece!! So so good… XOXO
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Your poetry always has its passionate roots of sadness, love, etc…
I’m so happy to have read both talented freethinking poets.
Both of your make the world a better place. 🙂
I’m back! 🙂
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I’m glad and happy to see you
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Awesome! 🙂
You don’t seem happy. 🙂
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I don’t???
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It’s just a curious question. 🙂 I know you miss talking to me and me posting up my work.
So how is life treating you? how’s you and your husband doing and everyone else?
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Sweet…………..
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Powerful passion in the thoughts, and questions… Used to here think about the questions a fair bit, it must be almost a decade now, since rushing through the blackness towards the bottom of a well, and thinking, “Oh F#*@, it’s over”, letting go of it all, of time, of questions too wide to cross, too deep to fathom, places I could feel lost. But to set out to find, ask, and explore what I can in different places/moments/people/etc. Awesome write!
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I enjoyed this piece – and I can certainly relate to many of the ponderings and questions posed – i know that i am here for a reason and many times I see the reason, but sometimes, my eyes are just to bloody blurry. 🙂
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I could really relate to this poem as i feel without purpose atm so it was a very touching poem for me. Thank you
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