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listening

I sit all day and listen,
as stories pass me by.
I look around and see an empty shell,
Waiting for life to begin,
Waiting for life to end.
Waiting for an opportunity,
Waiting for something,
What I can't tell.
Would you wait for me?
Would you look on as they torture me?
Would you just stop them?
I'm losing my mind as you make up yours.

So I sit and wait,
let life take everything.
Let life pass me by,
let them go.
I let them take my beloved away from me
I listen to them all
I listen in the grave.
I listen in the after life.
I want to be with him.
I want to be alive,
to share in this world of ours.
To live my life.

For to be loved,
to be sacred to someone.
Would mean I would have to stop,
listening and waiting for life.

Author notes

This poem is just, well it's..uhhhh.. what can I say? This poem is close to me.

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  • Samantha-.
    May 2, 2007
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    Wow. Impressive. A little vague. But so meaningful and I could tell this came from the heart. I loved the title. It really pulled me in and made me want to read it. Good luck!!!