Tick, Tock
Tic, Tock, tick, tock.
As I waited for my father to come.
See waiting had become what I do best..as the salty scent of sweat became my identity of waiting in the sun.
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Its sad now, Im not ashamed though Im the reason that today I am alone.
There sound of silence, the echo of loneliness.The cloth of sorrow as I await for someone who will not be coming soon.. I am a lone wolf.........sorrows, disappointments, love, mystery, feelings, expectations. despair...... very good poem. dear Poetess. write more and more. tony
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Its sad now, Im not ashamed though Im the reason that today I am alone. There sound of silence, the echo of loneliness.The cloth of sorrow as I await for someone who will not be coming soon.. I am a lone wolf.........sorrows, disappointments, love, mystery, feelings, expectations. despair...... very good poem. dear Poetess. write more and more. tony