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"Waiting, Waiting, Waiting"
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Dark Poems Each day she's dropped off at the church;
She sits on a bench and in evening waits;
For what, no one seems to know.
waiting, waiting, waiting....
When no one sees she takes a trail,
Covered in rocks and roots and overgrown;
Deep into the forest winding,
Deep into the dark unknown.
The sun sinks down and willows weep
As night begins to dawn.
Crows, they sit upon rotted bodies
Hanging from the trees.
No one would ever want to know,
No one would ever see....
The sweet ripe stench mixes with the air;
She walks in silence, never makes a sound,
And on into night, she goes no where.
Empty life she lives at home;
She'll never speak and no one knows.
A starlight's glimmer seen through the trees,
And in her mind she may even dream.
No one would ever want to know,
And no one will ever see....
Each day she is.....
Waiting, Waiting, Waiting
