A Thought of Leaving
Day after day,
I wait, but
You never come.
*
While I can and do
Breathe underwater,
My lungs get tired.
*
I am your lady,
But I have begun to
Question your authority.
*
Why should I wait?
You never waited on
Me, anytime.
*
I carry your burden,
A martyr never named,
Never thanked, just a chest.
*
I hold your treasure and
Rot as I think you will
Open me and feel me.
*
Alas, you never come,
And I wilt while
Your glory and pride shine.
*
I will not wait much
Longer, for I am getting
Bored and tired.
*
I caress a sword,
But it’s never you
And never will be.
*
Perhaps, I will leave
My Lake, leaving behind
All my sorrow.
*
If I do not wait,
You will not control
Me, never again.
*
However, maybe I am
Too rash. Maybe your
Horse died and slowed you.
*
Maybe, you caught
A Cold at
Christmastide.
*
Maybe I am
Hopeless and need to
Move on….No matter how hard I try.
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