Impatience
She stood, still
Empty and alone against the darkened sky
Watching, impatient
Yet waiting, still waiting
Stars and moons and years rose beyond and above her
Endless cycles to note the passing of time
Ancient, she
The last of them, of us
Old yet young
A child turned adult turned child
Fathomless
A light in the dark
And shadow in the day
She still stands there, waiting
Watching
Dreaming and hoping and praying to Gods she long out-lived
Seeking that one person
The only one
He or she or they
That one who would allow her rest
Take her vigil
And allow her to end the wait
End her dreaming
End her standing
End her hopes
Her aging, watching, being, living
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That Which Doesn't Break Us Only Makes Us Hate Us
PoetryA series of small poems about many different things - relationships, hatred, love, hurt, pain and breaking up. It's not all sad, though - there is a bit of whimsy here and there, though sparse.
