I'D Rather Poem by Izobelle Pulgo

I'd rather wait forever
And hope that someone's waiting for me too
Than when the search is over
And I find out that nobody's there for me to go.

I'd rather bear not knowing
And face the what ifs of my life
Than see for my self what the end may bring
And have my heart cut by a knife.

I'd rather go on hoping
And think of what's waiting for me at the end
Than be a victim of what destiny might bring
And have only broken flowers to tend.

And so there goes my nonsense mumblings
Of life unlived by the livings
A poem only a craven could write
Still not seeing the light
Still covered by the night.
Still waiting for forever.