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I no longer know what to say
I have reached a standstill
Stagnate water
All of my senses chilled
One day is the same as the next
Except they’ve grown longer
Have more hours been added to time?
Or is time no longer the same
Has it evolved, has it morphed?
Have I been lost somewhere on time’s infinite plane?
I hear an old wind-up clock in the distance
The loud tic..tic…tic
Reminds me I am alive
I am the breath between the tics
It is the tic tic tic of my heart
Someone remembered to rewind
Another hand of the clock reminding me to breathe
The hand takes mine, pulling me
I go wherever it leads
I am no longer the same
Have I evolved, have I morphed?
Have I been lost somewhere on time’s infinite plane?
I look forward to my dreams
I escape the hands of time
No more reminders, no more stress
Peace, silence and tranquility
No on to impress
When did a good time become a dreamland?
Brief moments in time, when my eyes are closed
The tic tic ticking stops
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I can explore, I can go
I can clasp the hand of an angel
Yet another dimension
A new place, in time, in an ancient city
A new beginning, millions of years old
New hands of time taking me
No longer on a desolate plane
No longer lost between the hands
No longer confined to bed
The ticking has stopped along with my breath
The hands of time take me in
My feet touch a new land
My mind absorbs, as I take it all in
Knowledge is before me
All of life’s answers
But again, I am sent back
Back to my time, back to my place
Forced to wake up to the tic tic tic
Of time and pace
My life on rewind
I know this is depression
The slow part of time, which never seems to end
I must continue to write
It is an escape, it gives me a refill
It helps me continue to fight
It helps me continue to dance
It keeps me sane within the tic of rhyme
It helps me to breathe
A tic at a time
Renee Robinson
