I sit

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I sit;

Folded hands

Crisped smile;

Eager for tomorrow.

But tomorrow never comes;

Not when it is desired

Nor when it is required.

So I am buried

In the snow of forgotten time,

Cold and alone

Breathing in the fumes of this decision.


It’s so hollow

When tomorrow does not exist.


So I sit;

Clenched hands

Fading smile;

Suffocating on this dream

Contemplating the sun

As she glistens

But yearning for the moon

And her soft breath.

Indecision is a sin;

But I know,

When tomorrow comes


For hesitation

For obligation

For me;


But tomorrow never comes.

And so I sit.

Created: Jul 21, 2012


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