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The moment the pain vanishedThe moment the pain vanishes
This happens quick, almost instantaneous
The pressure in my chest releases,
And what I once saw to be important,
No longer seems relevant
Before this moment,
Before the thought was even conceived..
The idea of removing this pain was unimaginable
Because, with it, there was still something I held dear
Someone I held dear
And at that moment
That very instant
From my heart...
From my concern
It doesn't hurt,
It doesn't sting,
It isn't sore,
It isn't pleasant,
It isn't comfortable,
It is nothing
I feel nothing
My heart feels nothing
I have to admit .
It feels a lot better than the pain
The Clock Is TickingThe clock is ticking when you wake up...
When you make your beds,
Brush your teeth,
Take your shower,
Iron your clothes,
and get ready to start your day
The clock is ticking during the day...
When you're at school thriving to get an education,
Or when you're in your office managing portfolios,
Or when you're out in the middle of an important event or presentation,
Or when even when you're just taking a break from it all
The clock is ticking when you find love...
Through the good times,
The bad times,
And the heart breaks
The clock is ticking on your death bed..
While you wait silently,
Ponder your life experiences,
Reminiscing over the good times,
Laughing about the bad times,
And enjoying the overpowering feeling of peace..
But, what happens when the clock stops ticking....?
You've seen it tick as time flew by,
And heard it tick as the seconds faded away...
But what happens after that?...
What do you see?
What do you hear?
What can you feel?
What can you smell?
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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