Waiting For You

by cassie hughes   Jul 9, 2014


Waiting,
the seconds chase away the minutes
as they race into the future hand in hand.
Waiting,
the hours crawling past as slowly
as a tortoise sprinting down the lane.
Waiting,
time begins to hold no meaning
all becomes a blur of here and now.
Waiting,
for one moment when the clock
can stop its counting, stop its ticking,
stop time moving any longer and then
fall into the future when you
walk around the corner
Waiting over.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I love the end of this - so abrupt and powerful. More great writing from you, Cassie.

  • 9 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Nice little poem, lots of good similes used to show your meaning, however I do suggest that you change the word "sprinting" as you are talking about the time passing by slowly, and use the tortoise, so I suggest a more suitable word that would imply this, sprinting implies really fast and does not match that of a tortoise.

    • 9 years ago

      by cassie hughes

      I used the word sprinting on purpose in an attempt to portray a negative idea, in that tortoises do not sprint therefore time is also not sprinting away but maybe I ought to rethink the line. Thanks

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