Why do I wait?
Why do I hesitate?
Why do I stand still?
I await my fate,
Still in this balmy wind,
Wondering when it will take me.
But why do I take this moment,
To take no action in my destiny?
Only to fail that one who counts on me.
Oh, Beloved, tell me please...
Take me from this hole of quicksand...
That I may still yet live...
Why do you wait?
Why do you hesitate?
Why do you stand still?
I await my fate,
Still in this abyss,
Wondering when I when I will be eaten alive.
But why do you take this moment,
To leave me here to die?
Only to realize that revenge is a bitter pill to swallow.
Oh, Beloved, please take me back...
Before regret is my only memory...
Before you cannot take my soul...
Why did I wait?
Oh, why did I hesitate?
Why did I stand so still?
I catch my last glimpses of light,
Before darkness deluges my mind,
And I take my last few breaths.
But you will wish you hasn't waited,
Just as I have done.
You will find out what darkness really does.
Oh, Beloved, if I had only saved you first...
Then I may still be living...
Then you might have returned the favor...
The tears will not cry for me.
But my soul will weep for you.
As regret is the only remnant left.
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The Battle
PoetryTwo sides, Stuck in an eternal dance, To fight, to win, to live, to lose, to die. A dance not for the faint of heart, But for the bold and courageous. Both going for the heart, To take it out, and be the first to spill blood. For an eternity has th...
