Words are beginning to fail me
With this new fear that sits in my chest
But is it really a fear?
Or some misguided hope?
Or could it be both?
This waiting
Is driving me fucking insane
My life is hanging in the balance
I'm teetering on the precipice
And the only question left is
Will I be pulled back to safety
Or will I freefall into that terrifying unknown?
- Author: elphaba993 ( Offline)
- Published: July 28th, 2016 00:53
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 20
Comments1
wow...I love how you put some perspective on the idea of waiting
Thanks! I'm playing the waiting game right now, so it made it easier to write about!
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