With Bated Breath
Waiting for your return
Is unmitigated
Torture. Don’t you know
How bleak, how
Bereft my days
Are, how empty
The endless, lonely
Evenings? I beg you,
Delay no longer.
Be merciful, my meandering Muse.
Return with inspiration and imagery that
Elude me. Bring the meter
And rhyme I so miss.
Then I can smile, write, and be
Happy once again.
Date: August 26, 2019
Contest: Pick a Title, Acrostic --Chosen Title: With Bated Breath
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
January 24, 2021
entered in the All Yours (Jan 24) Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2019
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