The Eternal March of McCauley Unit in St. Charles Hospital

Between these 2 halls I wander

as the hours cease to pass;

my steps a ticking echo,

a tock between 2 hands.

 

And patience this clock’s cell;

my path its pendulum swing…

And still time seems to dwell,

while misery it’s marching beat.

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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