* Waiting * in Just Stuff
- Jan. 19, 2014, 1:13 a.m.
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Waiting
Once I sat in my gloomy, gray existence- waiting, For someone to throw a stone that would shatter my shell Of loneliness and insecurity- Anticipating. With the smoldering of hope within my brain- I waited for the crash that never came. And then I cursed the eyes that saw the stone- For it was in my hand.
© 1998 by Rick Ogden
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