across this bed
my limbs are spread
the ceiling could fall down
leaving me dead
but it won’t
and tomorrow, i will do the same
tomorrow, i will play the waiting game
that is life
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- Comment from author about the poem: my perspective on the redundancy of life
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A poem of waiting for the end and we all are one way or another. Well done
exactly! i appreciate you.
My pleasure
As Yogi Berra once said, it’s deja vu all over again!
absolutely
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