Waiting Game
Here I am again. Sitting in a dark corner of a dark room where darkness rests in the mind of myself and I.
The smell of lavender candles... once a comfort... now a curse...
So close our minds intertwine in the depth of our sadness; yet so far from reach
Desperation screams through the dry tears of night
Time. Time is what starves us.
Unknowing of the challenges we face.
Time is what changes us.
Time is the cause of our never ending pain.
Love is no longer a friend, but an enemy.
The long road of happiness has ended
And now I sit here waiting...
Waiting for time to tell what will become of ... us ... you...
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Author:
ShortDesire (
Offline) - Published: September 6th, 2016 16:42
- Comment from author about the poem: This is the first poem I've ever written (Sorry its bad) Found that writing this helped be through tonight's events
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
WELCOME SD Thanks for your first poem ~ elegant and so full of pathos. Sadness ~ desperation ~ pain. Crying over lost and unrequited love. More please ~ BRIAN
thank you 🙂 means a lot
Very well written for a first poem....great job
Thank you so much 🙂
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