s tanding alone, waiting for the clock to turn
i n me is a deep fear, a dark emptiness
l eeching into my veins, my very blood
e very time i call your name
n o answer permeates my ears
c an you hear me, I plead?
e very time, the quiet rings
About the Creator
angela hepworth
Hello! I’m Angela and I enjoy writing fiction, poetry, reviews, and more. I delve into the dark, the sad, the silly, the sexy, and the stupid. Come check me out!
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