Tick Tick Tick

Silence

Shattered

Fiery flash

Innocent eyes

Seared by hatred’s

Seditious torch

Eternal

Random thoughts

Morph to single purpose

Soot covered voices

Conjoined by terror

Sound survival’s anguish

Precious seconds

Frozen in time

Mark the mind’s divide

Peaceful river flowing

Between order and chaos

A final respite

Before the crushing panic

Trampling peaceful accord

Forever

 

 

Keyword: Panic

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About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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4 Responses to Tick Tick Tick

  1. animar64 says:

    When I would talk to people who had jusr been through loss, time stopped. It was for a minute. But that’s what it felt like.

    Liked by 1 person

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