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...11:59 pm...

Updated on September 16, 2013

A rusty chain drags along

beside him

and he can't stand me

I am always in his way

and never on his mind

I am worried and losing mine

I am tired and I listen carefully

to the sounds at 11:59 pm

He loathes the hour ending

He leaves the party ending

for him

but never for me

I remember his scars

much more than he does

and my own scars have yet

to be tended to

and shadows yet to be lit

but for now I will keep waiting on 11:59 pm

because there is no other time for me

to count on him

to let me down

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    Carole Anzolletti 3 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth

    Again, you are too sweet and I Am so grateful for you :)

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    Carole Anzolletti 3 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth

    Thank you sir, have a lovely day!

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    Carole Anzolletti 3 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth

    What a lively and lovely compliment on this fine November day. Thank you, sir. :)

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    Vincent Moore 3 years ago

    The artistry of your verse has such great depth, I heard those chains dragging, I listened to your concern, very compelling poem. Indeed the emotion was felt throughout this fine piece. Bravo.

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    Kenneth C Agudo 3 years ago from Tiwi, Philippines

    wonderful poem=)

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    Rob Welsh 3 years ago from Tomorrow - In Words & NZ Time.

    You are so talented that I get goosebumps from the emotion within your very, very powerful heartfelt words. Take time for you... just to be, just care... about You! Be well my friend... PD

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