A World In Waiting
I'm just waiting here,
twiddling my thumbs
willing the clock to tick faster
hoping the day passes by in a blur.
I look out of the window,
marvelling at the wonders of nature,
enraptured by its amity
perfected by the hands of the creator.
Snapped out of my surreal stupour,
I endure inaction
then pick up a book
and plunge into its world:
Deeper.
It's time to take my leave,
from this haven of fantasy
and return to reality,
however dull it may be.
There! A good day spent,
submerged in the leaves of an inviting novel,
a portal to a parallel realm,
where wizards and wolves seemingly dwell.
A world I'd rather keep secret,
for when I'm twiddling my thumbs:
A world that's patiently waiting for me.
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When The Heart Whispers
PoetryThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]