Waiting,the silence an eerie scream,
itpenetrates my mind.
Waiting,the darkness all around,
withoutmy sight I am blind.
Waiting,I tremble in fear,
thecold nipping at my toes.
Waiting,they watch me,
wantingmy memories to expose.
Waiting,the seconds turn to days,
timeis crooked and bent.
Waiting,and wondering out loud,
howmuch time has been spent?
Waiting,I can no longer stand alone,
myskin meets the cold stone floor.
Waiting,I starve in here,
canI take one day more?
Waiting,I feel my energy drain,
lifeslowly escaping my grip.
Waiting,I accept my fate,
throughmy hands it will slip.
Waiting,I lay upon the floor,
nosign of hope is here.
Waiting,I know it's come,
Ican feel it is near.
Waiting,a light shines in,
blindingmy colorless grey eyes.
Waiting,I'm lifted,
lifewill once again rise.
Waiting,life returns to my soul,
howon Earth could this be?
Waiting,and wondering,
wasthere only me?
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Burnt Memories
PoesiaA collection of poems written by myself. If some seem to be less descriptive or meaningful than others, it may be one I had written back in 2012. I might even pull out some from 2008, when I was seven and eight years old. So yes, that means I am...
