21. Waiting For Truth
Wait, you say, but I want to know.
Wait, you say, but it's just so slow.
Do I need to live with the questions
Or simply wait for your confession?
Wait, you say, but I want to know.
Wait, you say, but it's just so slow.
Do I need to live with the questions
Or simply wait for your confession?
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Will I slowly wither like a leaf
That falls upon the earth?
Once void of all its Autumn hues,
It loses all its worth.
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Fear is the strangest thing,
as it comes from within our heads.
But that don't stop it tucking us in
when we're safe within our beds.
I know you're there.
Lurking in the darkness of the night,
Cowering in the shadows, avoiding the light,
Crouched behind the curtain or hid beneath the bed,
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The rhythmic sound wakes me
From a deep, peaceful sleep
What could it be?
his belt hung on the wall,
in the backroom where he victimized me;
as mom tried to stop it
the door slammed shut, click,