Marking Time
Twilight found me
standing at my window.
Waiting for something new.
The same question in my head.
What is my destiny?
Am I never to be allowed to breath
the sweet scent of Loves flower?
Am I to forever live with the scar
of my one youthful wrong deed.
I can not smile as I back away
from My lonely tower window.
Tomorrow I will send another message
to My Father the King.
But for tonight I will continue to mark time.
Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2008
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