Waiting

by ŦōüċhÌήğ ỀνĬĽ   Dec 23, 2004


Living, dying it’s all the same
Running, hiding, it’s my favorite game

Hurting, crying it’s not going to stop
Hoping, trying, being something I’m not

Killing, bleeding, from an eternal cut
Feeling, healing, something that will never shut

Wondering, thinking, processing every thought
Seeing, hearing have I been caught?

My life has an arrow through its heart
With every cry, it’s being torn apart

Not knowing what to do
Always wondering what it would be like if you knew

Never knowing what to say
Hoping you wouldn’t go away

Here I hide
Breathing my last breath
Waiting for my ride
My ride to death

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  • 19 years ago

    by Ashmore

    Wow..I can really relate to this...Just..Wow...It seems to have alot of pain behind it and you conveyed it well, so GREAT job!

    Thanks, by the way- for the comment on my poem. Take Care, Jess x

  • 19 years ago

    by Angel of Broken Dreams

    Its amazing.
    'Living, dying it’s all the same
    Running, hiding, it’s my favorite game'
    I love that. Keep on writing.

  • 19 years ago

    by Heather M Craig

    i am goin thru my faves list juss to ask everyone if they dont mind to just go to my site and leave something in my guestbook there
    www.poetryfreakhmc.friendpages.com

    thank you very much!!
    God bless you.
    Heather Craig.

  • 19 years ago

    by Unloved ♥

    that was excellent and VERY well written..wow I love this one!!

  • 19 years ago

    by R

    i like it a lot.... the words just flow together.... good job... u should keep writing... if u want to i bet u can go some where with poems like this! good job

    wuv,
    Rose
    aka: vampirefreak

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