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The wait

The wait is like being trapped in a  fog.

Thick, and humid; it closes in, threatens to choke.

It’s seeping into my lungs. I cough, but can’t get it out. I have to get out of this place.

Where am I?

 

There are small lights all around; luring, but confusing me.

The real prize is a golden lure

Mixed with dirt. Cold, beautiful, its painful stain has been hidden from me.

 

Why?

 

I don’t know why; I only know it won’t be this way forever.

 

Through the fog, I hear God’s whisper:

“I haven’t forgotten you,” He says.

It pierces my despair, and I breathe again.

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Posted by on April 1, 2012 in Poetry