Wednesday Poem: Time
- Laura L. Zimmerman
- Apr 6, 2016
- 1 min read
I lie in bed as
the minutes pass,
the torture,
the unknown.
When would it go?
How much longer did I have?
No sleep. No wake.
Endless questions that drift through my mind.
Then, ring!
My alarm finally sounds.
The misery is over.
© Laura L. Zimmerman 2016
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