Clock Poetry

A collection of poetry, each poem representing the mood felt at different hours throughout the day. Eventually, there will be a short poem for each hour. Here are the hours covered so far:


I’d rather face the ghosts under my bed

then the demons inside my head


Someone lives in the place I first lived

Someone walks on the floor that felt my first steps

Someone’s voice echoes off the walls that heard my first words

They ripped up the old floor

They painted over the faded walls

They meant nothing to them


Fuck stress

Fuck sleep

I’m tired

I want a bubble bath

And need a hug

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