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Wait, stop.
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Wait, stop.
“Wake up, dammit!”
Wait!
“Why? I’ve had enough. I’m walking.”
Walk? Where?
“Wherever the road takes me.”
Why?
“Why? Why not?”
Well, I don’t want you to.
“Well, I do.”
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Washed away in a tide of emotions.
Wild, turbulent.
Wishing it would stop, but
When it does, I don’t know
Where to look.
What to say.
Why the thought of apologizing seems so
Weird. Daunting. Terrifying, even.
Why the thought of being guilty,
Wrong, just freaks me out.
Withers my courage.
While I think I know the truth, the
Wise always seems to know, not just think they know.
When it doesn’t stop, I still don’t know
Where to look and
What to say and I’m wondering
Why the thought of apologizing seems to
Weird. Daunting. Terrifying, even.
Why the thought of being guilty,
Wrong, just freaks me out.
Withers my courage.
Why is it so?
Who knows?
Wait, stop! Think!
Well, maybe it’s just me.
:fuzzys:
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Wait, stop.
“Wake up, dammit!”
Wait!
“Why? I’ve had enough. I’m walking.”
Walk? Where?
“Wherever the road takes me.”
Why?
“Why? Why not?”
Well, I don’t want you to.
“Well, I do.”
---
Washed away in a tide of emotions.
Wild, turbulent.
Wishing it would stop, but
When it does, I don’t know
Where to look.
What to say.
Why the thought of apologizing seems so
Weird. Daunting. Terrifying, even.
Why the thought of being guilty,
Wrong, just freaks me out.
Withers my courage.
While I think I know the truth, the
Wise always seems to know, not just think they know.
When it doesn’t stop, I still don’t know
Where to look and
What to say and I’m wondering
Why the thought of apologizing seems to
Weird. Daunting. Terrifying, even.
Why the thought of being guilty,
Wrong, just freaks me out.
Withers my courage.
Why is it so?
Who knows?
Wait, stop! Think!
Well, maybe it’s just me.
:fuzzys:
"Wait, stop." is a poem I wrote about waking up sometimes and realizing that, shit, I left the lights on, the coffee's gone cold, and so has the rest of my life. Where then we get thrown into this whirlpool of emotions, and where decisions have to be made, but no one to make them for you. Yeah.
"Sorry."
Just that one word can change a whole lot. For some of us, admitting wrong or guilt is just too hard sometimes. Pride. Yeah, but well, that comes before a fall. Sorry.
Euphoria: sorry this took so long. Lots of luck with your next one.
Just in case you're wondering, me and euphoria are writing poems from A-Z, where there's this rule that all lines have to start with the same letter. This is my W poem.
:fuzzys:
"Sorry."
Just that one word can change a whole lot. For some of us, admitting wrong or guilt is just too hard sometimes. Pride. Yeah, but well, that comes before a fall. Sorry.
Euphoria: sorry this took so long. Lots of luck with your next one.
Just in case you're wondering, me and euphoria are writing poems from A-Z, where there's this rule that all lines have to start with the same letter. This is my W poem.
:fuzzys:
© 2001 - 2024 fuzzys
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I do that alot, except with me it's which animal needs food or water.
.:Jack-Dirt:.
Think for yourself, Question Authority
.:Jack-Dirt:.
Think for yourself, Question Authority