Waiting Poem by Sam Hughff
Waiting
Here I sit waiting, staring out into the darkness.
Something is coming, ready to strike me
down at any given moment.
It moves with swiftness,
still I wait and stare out into the darkness.
I feel it coming; my impending doom;
and still I wait and stare.
What will become of me,
after this fatal attack.
The attack of my soul,
with no retribution;
surely I am damned.
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