tick tock

the clock ticks loudly,
to fill the silence of your absence

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Hope… just another word

The worst sensation is to awaken to thoughts blaring,
and my mind swimming in a river of dread.
The future is inescapable.
It is written.
Cast in stone.
Somehow rejecting the knowledge, ones inner being knows what is to come, doesn’t change what it written. Destiny has a funny way of making one hope that your hearts desires will be actualized.
There is is again, that word! Hope. Hope runs dry. Hope shriveled up in the sunshine bliss of your smiles. Hope scurries under my bed, as i smother my volatile hurt with a pillow and restless sleep without you here.