Going Through
Going Through
It was a turbulent time;
A time of swinging moods
Like monkeys on a vine;
Waiting delivered goods.
The shame of frustration
Revealing a basic fault,
Fear! Sustained impatience,
All really for naught.
The day of resolve has appeared,
Decompression has begun,
It was a turbulent time;
A time of swinging moods.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
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