by Fabrizio Ricciardi

Created on: April 26, 2007   Last Updated: May 18, 2007

Waste of Time

Three in the morning
Tossing and turning
The last three, four hours
Total waste of time.

Cannot stand to hear
Unbearable, relentless
Ticking of the clock.

The last words spoken
Walking out the door,
Echoing in my head.

Another sleepless night,
Memories and pictures of days gone by
Kaleidoscopically twisting
Inside my daydreams.

All this time,
Time that went by,
Total waste of time.

Like it never happened,

Places,
That were never visited

Words,
That were never spoken

Promises,
That were never fulfilled.

What of all the dreams?
Just a waste of time.

Now four in the morning
Time keeps moving,

Another useless hour
Drained out of my life.

Look what you've done to me
If only I would have known,
You were just,

A waste of time!

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