I hold my breath
This is not a way to live
Just when I find a little room
Then it’s gone
Then I wait
Drop the other shoe
Seeing yet still hoping
Nothing is changing
I’m tired of waiting
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Author:
Sail (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 15th, 2025 00:30
- Comment from author about the poem: Been so long lol
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
There is anticipation and anxiousness in this poem that feels like any moment the trap will spring. A good write with a sense of tension.
Thanks so much! That’s exactly what I was going for- the emotional vulnerability and grief of hanging in suspension
You are most welcome
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