365 Days of Poetry — Day 166

Into time, our souls wander the pathways of tick, tick, ticking second hands;
They maneuver the alleyways of all that was created and all that will be.
And without the permission of orchestrated chaos that is break, break, breaking no bounds,
Our insides are clinging and climbing the walls — simply searching for a hole to seep through.

– Brittany Rose

Author’s notes: It isn’t very often that I write free verse poetry but this one was feeling pretty good. I guess that’s what I get for being in this super relaxed state that I’m in, at the moment. 

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