Waiting - Poem by Midnight Clarity
retreat was just a thought
that hid from sunlight.
Day the marker of time's passage,
issues unresolved, and piling deep,
questions, all unanswered,
clutter on the threshold of the dawn
while fear waits
and hope stands firm
all cheeky, hands on hips
in the light that threatens
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