Waiting---Alliteration

Written by: Barbara Gorelick


Wistfully waiting and watching at the window, wishing and wondering. Will all this wanting be wasted? The evening embraces my empty arms, and eventually the essence of exquisite pain exudes from my eyes.. Our fabric of our future is faded , the feature of my fantasy was fabricated from a fevered fight for a fresh start.. Oh, be gone you beast, bewitch another...I, a bystander now, bequeath this boulevard of bones, to a better belle than I..
For the Alliteration contest