Wait.
The answer is always the same.
Unchanging, constant.
No nudge forward,
No gentle pull back.
Wait.
I don't want to stand still.
I guess I'm not.
Time moves, days pass.
Everything seems the same.
Wait.
Wait for what?
For this to pass beyond my reach?
Will it move beyond my mind?
Is it approaching? Waning?
Wait.
I'm listening.
I don't want to screw up again.
I'm waiting.
But for how long?
Wait.
I suppose that's the lesson.
I won't know until the waiting is done.
I can't see time moving, but it is.
That point will come.
Wait.
It will be worth it.
Some time, some day.
The wait will end.
But until then,
Wait.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryHello! This book is filled with my poems! I used to have them mixed with my short stories, but for organizations sake, I decided to split them into their own books. Enjoy! This is updated spontaneously, so don't expect regular posts.
