Clock stand by,
Mocking me
With it's ticking...
Tongue.
We try to reach for it,
But do not...
Let's not be so polite,
Let that unbridled
Animal within
Be let lose...
To cry and howl,
The beastly cries,
Of a beastly soul.
End
Subject: This poetry is a reflection on frustrations and yearnings within revealed in a poetic manner.
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