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To Wait For Wow
Sobbing
Swallowed by the darkness
Praying for a light
Waiting
Waiting
And passing
And yearning
The moisture of the ground, the divots of age
A nasty crunching sound as I walk into the black
The wet crunch of my forehead meeting the wall
A wall I knew not of before
And still I hope
I pray
I hope
But the light has not yet come
The wall speaks its age to the rub of my bleeding shoulder
Telling me stories I do not care about
I want to see but not this
The squeak of a mouse lilts through the stillness
Diving to the floor, I catch the critter
Holding it to my face
I can barely see
Its eyes of pearly white
I pray I pray; For a light to see; All that is in front of me
But what I look for; What I seek; I will not know until I peek
The ghosts teach me.
What a corner is, how to smell a rat
With their essence presented, they sail into the dark
I don't see with my eyes; I see with what I know and how I can know it
But I pray; I yearn for a light
To let me see effortlessly
To absorb all that is before me
I dont wish to bleed I dont wanna move
I'll inherit glory from the seat in my room
The darkness laughed
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