Waiting
A torturous game
of maybes, futures
and uncertainty
as your life lingers
in limbo hoping.
Answers withheld dwell
with anguish in an
insomniacs dream
Time slowly moves with
lost resolution,
asking tomorrow
if wishes will die
in calamity
or grant fulfilment .
You know waiting is
a torturous game.
©Jacqui Slade
Poetry by Jacqui Slade
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Written on 2016-08-09 at 21:19
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