Waiting
For what, I don't know
I've sat here for the last century
Trusting that there is something to wait for.
I've lost all hope of leaving long ago
Stuck in this stone cage
Molded into the ground
Held there by my own mind.
Theoretically
Nothing is holding me back
The manacles are just an illusion
But
Now I know what I am waiting for.
I am waiting for
Something
Anything
A sign
That the danger has passed
And my mind will free me again.
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FACES: A Poetry Collection
PoesiaExactly what it looks like, a book full of poems. (VERY SLOW UPDATES-I post most frequently on my art book, so I recommend checking that out if you want more content.) (Note: Most of these poems are pretty old and edgy,,, I highly recommend skippi...
