Waiting.
Watching the clock move
Slowly
And the seconds tick by
As if they are more like
Hours
Than seconds.
I've been waiting,
For six and a half hours,
Keeping myself occupied
By simple things
In order to pass the time.
My every passing thought is of you,
Praying for your safety,
Hoping for your health,
Thinking of your words.
Although
Sleep threatens to steal me away,
I fight it,
Hoping I get to spend time
With you.
Even if it is only for a mere
Second,
I wouldn't trade that second
For anything in the world.
So,
As the seconds tick by,
Slowly,
I watch the clock move,
Waiting.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book 1
PoetryRandom Poetry! This is just a cute selection of them. 😊 They're not necessarily in any particular order, they're just in the order of randomness! So *warning*: the emotions WILL fluctuate a lot!! And also *warning* possible profanity. STARTED: Marc...
