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My Insanity
Tick, tock, tick, tock; the clock keeps ticking, ticking in my waiting here,
The storm outside my door keeps raging on, and on, waiting for breaking,
I will not break, I will not move, I will stay here to stand my ground,
Still the clock ticks, tocks, tick, tock, I become irate, I’m losing,
Slowly all my sanity leaves, my insanity increases,
Still the rain outside my door, pouring.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock; it becomes louder, ready for breaking,
The wind, howling; the rain, pouring; the lightening, crashing; the clock, ticking;
Never any silence, no silence whatsoever in my mind,
All these images in my mind, nearing me, coming, creeping,
Images of darkness, images of horror, never leaving,
The chaos overtaking.
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So, I had to write at least two stanzas in the style of Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven for my English class. This is what happened after half an hour of listening to only the sound of a storm and a clock ticking (so much ticking).