Waiting for that feeling
to come and creep in,
which caught me quietly,
under my longing skin.
While I asked myself
where my heart has been,
all hate that turns against,
a state where I've been.
I deeply remind myself
of all the tears of sin,
the foggy air around me,
flowing windy and thin.
When my overthinking
consumes me from within,
I still wait for my feelings,
to come and creep in.
The Wait
Arya Gupta
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 11/13/2021
Poet's note: This is poem represents one of those feelings which we have once in a while.
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Poem topics: hate, heart, wait, skin, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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