Should I wait?
And see what happens
Wait
And hope
That it won’t happen again
That the sky won’t fall down
Upon me
That you won’t take your hand
And mark me with it
Won’t steal my flesh
And desecrate it
Making it yours
No longer
Letting it be mine
Will I wait?
Or run,
Run far
Because if I don’t run
Then waiting
Will give me
What I’ve come to expect
And one of us
Will surely die
And it will
Surely
Be
Me
The dark, contemplative mood is conveyed well here.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kellianne :)
Delete"what I've come to expect". very black contemplation Valerie. Feels like a very accurate description of a buried dream but well described with brevity the winning ingredient. It gets better and better!
ReplyDeleteWow thank you for such high praise :)
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