Waiting For My End Poem by Secrets Of The Dark

Waiting For My End



Ticking like a time bomb about to explode. Waiting for the digits of red to countdown to zero. Taking in deep breaths, waiting for my end. But my digits are still ticking. Will they ever end?

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Life is like a time bomb coordinated for the digits of are end. I thought of this line and it became the inspiration for this poem.
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