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Grace Mary Potts

Australia

My life is comprised of inconsistencies, daydreaming, procrastination techniques and occasionally, writing.

Message from Writer

“You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It's never been anything but your religion." - J.D. Salinger

I would like to say this quote describes me but I'm one of those writers who just procrastinates all the time. More of a "writer" if I'm being honest. To those unfortunate enough to read my work: I very much appreciate any comment you can provide, particularly if it's the constructive kind.

An Ode to the Lonely

December 17, 2014

FREE WRITING

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Bare feet, no socks.

Tiled floor, cold touch.

Bright smile, sad eyes,

Memories of warm hugs and goodbyes,

Oh these lights are starting to flicker,

I’m beginning to shiver,

Toes numb, the air's feeling thicker.

I’m all alone up here.

 

Tick tock goes the clock as the sane decays,

With inner storm’s rage,

And I’m going nowhere,

Tick tock goes the clock as the way fades,

Drying tears cascade.

While I’m standing still.

 

This darkness inside,

Consuming my mind,

Can’t run, can't hide.

So I push them away,

Say Hey I’m okay,

Hey I’m okay,

When I’m not.

Because there’s this weight resting inside,

Forced down tears by pride. 

 

Tick tock goes the clock as the sane decays,

With inner storm’s rage,

And I’m going nowhere,

Tick tock goes the clock as the way fades,

Drying tears cascade.

While I’m standing still.

This piece is a song I'm working on which so far only has the chorus and the first two verses complete. It's very rough so any constructive advice/criticism is welcome!

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