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Wednesday Poem: Time

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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