Wait

Just a short poem.

The seed was planted, so I was told.

But the forest is sold before it ever grows.

Will they ever know?

You are defined by the things you cannot change.

Shunned for being strange.

Trapped in a box.

Forever haunted by the ticking of the clocks.

Suffocate, isolate, medicate, lock away then wait.

Reviews

[Emily]

I love that first line!
Keep it up!

[dramamine]

Thank you :) I really appreciate it.

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for many that is what life is, Twiggy... it's a waiting game... well-said!

[dramamine]

Thank you! I really appreciate it and yes, I agree life can be simply waiting for whatever happens next.

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It's my pleasure, Twiggy... I enjoy your work! Welcome to the club :D