There's a tick and a tock
I look at the clock
I'm waiting,
Always waiting,
But for what, I wonder
I bury yesterday
As I sit and pray
For a better tomorrow
But each today is a day
Filled only with waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Tick and tock
Goes the clock
As I sit here and wait
Forgetting that today
Was once yesterday's
Tomorrow
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Words of a Silent Soul - poetry
PoetryPoetry - some old, some new, all original. Some of these can be depressing or triggering. I'm not a professional poet, and most of these poems are thought up on the spot without much planning. Therefore, there isn't a whole lot of structure. Sorry a...