How long must I wait?
How long must I go on?
How long must I stay in the dark?
And wait for the lights to turn on...
How long must I be soaked and drenched?
Stranded in a storm
How long must I wear a mask?
And keep singing a cheerful song...
The path forks into two,
Out of these, one must choose
The ideal action, the next step
Is harder done than said,
"Hurting... Standing... Waiting...
But not moving..."
or
"Searching... Looking... Finding...
Hope..."
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Dark Chocolate
Poetry"The dark chocolate might seem bitter... but it's good for your throat."
