Soprano of the labyrinth's blog
Inpired by the poem, "But you didn't" by Merrill Glass, for school some time last year.
Posted June 15th, 2007 by Soprano of the ...It was as it time stopped, but kept moving. I could hear the clock on the mantle, tick, tick, tick, tick. But it had nothing to do with me.
Nether did the sunshine, nor the room I was in, or even the chair I sat in. They, and the ticking of the clock belonged somewhere else, with some other girl.
Wasn’t hear.
I was nowhere, holding a letter with an army post mark..
Tick, tick, tick.
But the clock was still going, and somehow the sun was still shinning.
Tick, tick, tick.
It was then I started to cry.
I had cried before. Cried when my bag was taken, cried when my canary had flown away, even cried when I didn’t know why I was sad.
I had cried when he told me he had to go. But I had never cried like this.
Before there had been some control, big tears and quit, almost known existent sobs. This was splitting, as if I was splitting from my mouth out- wards, ever second finding more and more pain in side.
