You are told that at
6:60pm you will be able
to do anything! There
would be no more laws,
no more newton's laws,
no more anything that you
are always told that you cant
do. It's like the purge but with
magic.
It turns 6:00 and you start to
stare at the clock. You think
about what place you will rob,
what you will get, and where
you would fly after. It turns 6:30
and you get excited. only 30
minutes' you told yourself.
You go from sitting on the couch
to sitting right in front of your
clock. You just know that today is
gonna work. It's 6:59pm and all you
can do is wait. You are so bewildered
that one minute can feel like one
hour. After thinking for awhile you
start to count. 1...2...3....4....5...6
... what? It's 7:00.
You waited and gave your hopes up
for a time that was never there. And
everyday after, you think that you might
be able to see 6:60 just for a millisecond
and fly.
Your death date was 2/25/25 6:60pm.
You can now fly and do anything.
Because you waited until the never
starting 60 minutes.
Comments
Hi there.
I really liked the innocence in this poem. For me, it is almost childlike in the way the speaker believes in 6:60. I noticed a few typos. "can't" in line 7 needs an apostrophe between the n and t. "Purge" in line 8 should have a comma after it. "Only" in line 15 needs an apostrophe before it and a capital O. All the others I believe are just stylistic. All together, a very nice job!
You almost...
had me believing it for a second! Hey nice work! ~ Geezer.
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