The loud thud of the motion marked the passage of time.
The minute hand moved one step closer.
I didn’t want this to end.
Another minute gone.
My breathing slowed.
The seconds ticked.
My heart raced.
Everything now
and yet…
Nothing.
Goodbye.
Thoughts from the Front
My life is a battlefield and these are my thoughts.
Thoughts from the Front 
… Happy New Year! Goodbye 2014!
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I enjoyed reading this
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Thank you.
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It’s really thoughtful how the poem’s line length matched the narrator’s energy. I wouldn’t have thought of that.
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Thanks.
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I like how you shaped it to trickle down to the end as the words themselves did.
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Thank you.
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It’s like a countdown in rhythm and words. Very well done!
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Thank you. I did, after all, have to do something worthy enough to post along side yours. 🙂
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Oh stop! 🙂
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