endless waiting
can’t exist even if
it seems like it as
it changes into
something else
or maybe
another round
or form of the
familiar
which means
I’m still waiting
my whole
life waiting and
that too will
come to an
end so waiting
is not so bad
after all
endless waiting
always comes to
an end
Categories: Poetry
alslaff
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)
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