Waiting

by tainted melody   Sep 17, 2010


Stepping out onto the shaky bridge,
waiting for the fall.

Flying with torn wings,
waiting for the crash.

At the edge of the Pier,
waiting to lose balance.

Listening to the sad song,
waiting for the tear to fall.

Blowing out the candle,
waiting for the darkness.

Lighting the match,
waiting for the smoke.

I'm running,
waiting to stumble.

Dancing across the floor,
waiting to miss a step.

I'm under water,
waiting to breath.

Hearing the thunder,
waiting for the storm.

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  • 13 years ago

    by White Orchid

    I liked this poem too. I liked how you described the simple act of waiting and made it poetic. I also liked how it was a sad poem and how the waiting for the certain events to come isn't necessarily a good thing. Nice job. :)

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