Waiting Poem by Terry Donovan

Waiting

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Tomorrow is too late
Too soon
When coming together
Means parting
And past futures become reality
And future pasts
Confirm.
It’s always shadows.
And denial.
Silver linings
Enshrouded
In black
A never-ending tunnel
Teased by hope
But always underlined
By truth.
Ruthless fingers beckon
But fear forbids.

Bring on the end.

Wednesday, May 26, 2004
Topic(s) of this poem: silver
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Terry Donovan

Terry Donovan

Amersham, Buckinghamshire
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