Posted in Reflection

Waiting and waiting

I wait for a letter.

Waiting and waiting,

I wonder what I wait for.

I wonder how I get through day by day.

I wonder if it never come.

I wonder if they were already sick of me.

Waiting and waiting,

I wait my death to come.

Waiting and waiting,

When will it come?

Waiting and waiting,

I am all by myself.

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