Poetry & Art Waitin’ by deep 5/17/2015 written by deep 5/17/2015 The day is near its end. Blinds are down. I can’t stand on my legs. in this lonely town. He isn’t here to wipe my weary tear. I’m waiting. Nothing happens. I’m run out of tissues, misused. endnothingstand 6 comments 0 Email Related posts Kiss of Burning Ash 9/17/2021 Open your heart so we dont have to... 9/14/2021 Feminist rage 9/10/2021 Words I Can’t Say 9/5/2021 Burning Bridges 9/3/2021 Surfing Away From My Problems 8/25/2021 Anger 8/22/2021 I’m tired af 8/18/2021 Samantha Sings 8/15/2021 Smokey 8/12/2021 6 comments cheesehead 5/17/2015 - 4:34 pm I run out of tissues too Log in to Reply deep 5/25/2015 - 4:39 pm och, wish it wasn’t like that, cheesehead Log in to Reply Xirizo 5/17/2015 - 4:46 pm What happens after the day end? D: Log in to Reply deep 5/25/2015 - 4:40 pm another day comes with a hope of something better. Log in to Reply cephalus 5/18/2015 - 2:11 am I enjoyed this poemisc post. But I wonder, what do you expect to happen if you only wait? I ask, because I find myself in the same boat, unable to initiate… Log in to Reply deep 5/25/2015 - 4:44 pm sometimes it is better to follow “wu wej wej wu wej” to act by not doing. things will turn out somehow without our help. it has always worked like that. I don’t need to expect anything, things are happening nevertheless….small things, like tic toc of clocks, water running, people walking by. Log in to Reply Leave a Comment Cancel ReplyYou must be logged in to post a comment.Subscribe to comments: Don't subscribe All Replies to my comments Notify me of followup comments via e-mail. You can also subscribe without commenting.