Tick....tock....tick...tock...
The clock speaks as we grow closer
To the clouds above us.
They get darker.
Tick....tock....tick....tock...
The nerves burst with their
Clinched faces.
The roars erupts.
Tick....tock....tick...tock...
Barrages of anger hit
The innocent bystander.
Responsibility bears its face.
Tick....tock....tick...tock...
They will assume fetal position
When the guilt pulls down their shoulders.
Pass it to another.
Tick....tock....tick...tock...
I stand here waiting.
They spark their anger at me
And I absorb it all in.
(haven't written a poem in a long time so i might have some errors.)
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