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10 Minute Poetry: “Minutes Left”

“Minutes Left” by Michal Mitchell

I count the minutes of my sad little life,

What words taunt my mind, 

Carelessly consume my thoughts, my face, my emotions, ruin innocent pleasures, a child could tell,

Do tell me what you look upon, 

So quick to judge I think not,

For you have no image to place me besides your scary nightmare, a mask, your boogeyman.

I don’t think I’d wear this mask, if I could take it off,

Do you think me a fool for your amusing? A clown who sheds but coloured tears?

Paint on my face, no, please,

Wipe it off.

My tears have no affect,

Besides to make me more a fool,

One who which might ridicule. 

So take your time and enjoy the show. 

Of what minutes I have left. 


“10 Minute Poetry” is my own weekly poet’s game; one in which I write an original piece of poetry, with nothing but a given title, in ten minutes.


Follow me on Instagram and Twitter for more original poetry at @jackycoocoo

Michal Mitchell is freelance writer and graduate from the University of Utah with a bachelor's degree in English. Her passions include, writing poetry for her "10 Minute Poetry" column, fiction, screenplays and delving into a Chopin Étude every now and then. When she's not writing for Her Campus, she seeks solace in the ventures of her mind. You can follow her on Instagram and Twitter at @jackycoocoo for poetry, celebrity interviews, fiction, articles, or to commission her for an article.
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