What do I wait for,
do i really know not,
the unsaid remains so,
some feelings don’t grow.
Why did I wait so long
when signs clearly told
it was no good to hope,
you I could ever hold.
Why I could not stop
these lines to show
what I hide from all,
who I still wait for ?
Guess its not my call
to decide and move on;
I shall never be home
unless you mark me yours.
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Prompted @ OSI.
submitted also to Open Link night.
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There is a sense of waiting in vain in these…a sadness of the heart…well said.
the power of faith…!!
The mystery and reasons of waiting are beautifully expressed in your touching poem.
Nice verse, Lady N. I wouldn’t wait either.
Jim’s OSI
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hmmmmmmmmmmm but is the mark that important
Courageous decision. Excellent piece.
In retrospect, waiting can be as useless as worrying, but we’ve all done it, for someone (we thought) special…..Nice job
felt…there is some beautiful and intense longing in this…never feeling at home without being theirs…it is hard not to wait when such intense emotions are involved…
sometimes we’re not ready to let go and move on yet… so we wait.
your writing is lovely, Nimue! ♥