The Wait
A slight ticking noise fills this place
The sweat trickles down my face
Why am I here?
For your future dear
The doors lock
And all I hear is tick tock
Everything pulled tight
Not a soul in sight
I’m scared
I’m unaware
Where am I
Am I going to die?
I don’t want this
Where’s the bliss
I guess I’lm wait
Sitting up strait
I’m getting out
Not a doubt
The doors shatter
I walk out like nothing matters
I’m safe this time
And for now I will shine
Copyright © Jessica Green | Year Posted 2008
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