So, I sit, waiting.
For what? I don't know
But perhaps it's better that way
To not know
To keep living in these dreams
Dreams of what could be
And what will never be
No
I don't need these questions answered
I'll simply wait until this is all over...
After all,
I'd rather die from curiosity
than have to suffer disappointment
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
