My sigh of relief calls forth the anticipation,
The day is over; time for my emancipation,
I can finally breathe, because I'll see you now for real,
Living this wretched life- is my fulfilled part of the deal.
The next few minutes pass by in a blur because of my hurry,
My face shows no sign of my previous heart-wrenching worry,
You wait for me with the patience of a saint,
Just seeing you reminds me of all the little things I've gained.
As we embrace, a thought floods my mind,
One like, I'll never find,
I live through each little moment with hope small,
The hope of seeing you at the end of it all.
I live through the rare good ones feeling halved,
It would have been better with you there from the start,
Funny how in the beginning you needed me more,
Unknown how things would reverse; the things life had in store.
The funniest part of the whole game,
Is that in truth, you won't even know my name,
Yet my imagination puts us together,
At least with someone I can imagine the meaning of laughter.
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A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry
Poetry"A Voice Unheard" is an anthology of both prose and poetry covering topics related to human life and the struggles humans go through manoeuvring human relationships. It deals with issues that people don't normally feel comfortable expressing or deal...
