Waiting

Waiting

It takes me a long time, day in, day out,
To get the courage
To put pen to paper
And write something (I mean something other than
The usual poetry or fragmented strange stories
That somehow seem to wind their way into everything)
But I did a few weeks ago.

I hope that you know that I'm missing you,
and that this impatience is getting to me.
Please, my friend,
Put pen to paper,
Something other than your poetry
Like dark silhouettes beneath a darker sky
And reply
For I can no longer stand this dreadful waiting.
 

Silent Wolf

MA

19 years old

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