WAITING

She sits waiting anxious by the door

The ocean waves leaving salt on the floor

Gentle silence before the storm

Feel the old demons take new form

The cool blades of grass at her feet

Books on her lap for her to read

The cuts on her legs keep trying to bleed

She knows in her heart he is all that she needs

Sun keeps shining in but she shuts the shades

She’ll be waiting by the door until she fades away

Poem is mine. Image is not.
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