Falling asleep
And waking up
All she could hear was
Tick. Tack. Tock.
The clock counted;
Seconds. Minutes.
And hours.
She counted;
Day. Weeks. Months.
And years.
Nothing was seen
In the blinding light.
White and soft
was everything her
world consisted of.
Captured by men
In grey uniforms.
Stabbed with a weapon.
Injected with poison.
Tick. Tack. Tock.
Time is passing.
Tick. Tack. Tock.
Soon this will be over.
Tick. Tack. Tock.
Her time is up.
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PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...