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Tick Tock

By Annabelle Liechty

 

Its funny that clocks

Actually used to tick.

Mom’s in the hospital.

Tick tock.

I am attempting to sleep

In my Amish neighbors house.

Tick tock.

 

Whiffs of day old shoo fly pie

still float through the air.

And I can’t shoo away thoughts

Of cold linoleum, and IV needles.

Tick tock.

I lay on a too warm bed

Sheets kicked around my feet.

Tick tock.

 

My heavy eyes

can’t seem to close.

I never doubted she

would come back fine.

Tick tock.

I can’t sleep

But not because of mom.

Tick tock.

Stupid clock.

 

 

Annabelle Liechty is a student living outside of Philadelphia. She enjoys singing, reading, and drowning in her schoolwork. Sometimes when she feels emotionally distraught she poems.

 

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Winter Poems 2020

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