I wish for tomorrow,
Yet want for today,
A schedule to follow,
Yet night in the way.
Legs that are restless,
Yet time says to wait,
A list that is endless,
That starts at a gate.
A want to be finished,
In this one night,
Yet in insistence,
One cannot fight,
The timings not perfect,
Not good, not right.
Must win in patience,
Must wait till light.
If only done when light was out,
But I could not, too late I found.
So plans are pushed
Till sun appears,
I would
If I could done it back
Years...
But no.
I wait,
Till sun appears.
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War Underneath
PoetryWords and thoughts about things that are fought within the heart, soul, and mind. The flesh is weak, but the spirit is willing; And the dog you choose to feed will win. ~~~~~ Author Note: I will warn you that words can wield just like a sword and t...
