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Hearing the clock
The slow tick-tock
The minute-by-minute
Move of the hands
Inexorable, the slip of the sands
Countdown to tragedy
Oh woe, alas, what’s to become of me
A noose awaits me on the morrow
A noose that will end all my sorrow
Tick tock
My world you rocked
Tick tock
When my earnest offer you mocked
Tick tock
All future happiness blocked
With your one word
Marry?
You?
Don’t be absurd
Raised to bliss
Just for this
Plummet into a dark abyss
Never more light
This hour hand
Marks the final midnight
94 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Midnight
crispina kemp 
I love how you write such unique poems/ stories on these prompts. 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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The ever-active writer’s brain! Thank you, Sadje. 🙂
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Indeed, boundless imagination. You’re welcome
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Thank you 🙂
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You’re most welcome
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🙂
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I’m with Sadje on this. You have a wonderful imagination!
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Thank you, Dale!
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😊
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You took us to a very dark place with your profound poem. Well done.
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Thank you, Keith. Usually I keep it light. But this again wrote itself, and that’s where it went 🙂
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Made me think of the Peter, Paul & Mary song Flora.
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Thank you, Susan 🙂 🙂
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Dark. Deep. Well done.
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Thank you. I have my moments! 🙂
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