by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 9, 2015 | My Musings, Poetry
Been sick, hear me retch Vacant vacuum been sick. Time passes, sickness flows Nausea sickens, this night is very old. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2015
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 6, 2013 | Poetry
Time passes By and bye Time is ticking Where’er you go. No hesitating No back track Time passes We are sure of that. See the seconds Minutes pass As we lay here Keeping track. Time has come From the past Ticking by Ticking...
by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 31, 2011 | Poetry
Time passes, lights grow dim Year ends another begins. No sadness felt only anticipation Of newness to begin. See Down the road, see what lies ahead Trust your soul, trust your head To lead you where you haven’t tread There to be a free and happy being. Time...