Daniel Human Poet Free verse

The Murderer's Mind

Here we sit
At a whistle stop, thinking
Over our coffee cup.
The steam curls up
And begs for attention.
But sitting, thinking,
In animated suspension,
We sit.
We wait.
Eager to get there.
But where? 
So we sit.
And we wait.
Until perhaps,
Just perhaps, 
Someone takes the bait.

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Kearra Kramer February 3, 2015 at 5:40 PM The underlying meaning is kind of subtle despite the title. However, the way that you chop the lines into little pieces makes it a little bit more suspenseful and puts the reader into a specific mind frame and I really like it, man. It's great