I look at the clock
Always to see
Time has past
The mid-night hour
In the morning
I am always the same
Whether I sleep
Or waste the night away
My days drag on
Minutes turn to hours
Hours turn to thoughts
Thoughts of longing
When can I fear not
The lack of passion
Within myself and
Reciprocate in turn
But my chest feels light
Feeling like the game Operation
I try to fill the space
Nothing seems to fit
I continue my search
Hoping for a day
That no longer will
I feel this way
Life Unknown
Alexander
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Wow, this is very deep. I am quite familiar with this feeling myself; there's nothing worse than loneliness. I love how you connect a childhood game with the intensity of your feelings; it is tying yourself to the past. That might just be my interpretation, though
I loved it! The only thing I see is a tiny spelling error- waist should be waste. but other than that, this is a great piece. Thanks for sharing it
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hey thanks for the feed back!
Glad to hear it was enjoyed
And thanks for the spelling correction not one of my strong points lol you should see me with there and their
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