The Future Poem by Helen Wilson

The Future

Rating: 3.5


What is it? Waiting in the wings;
Watching warily, wearily;
Always present, always silent.
A shadow yet untamed, unnamed;
Taunting, teasing, tantalizing.
Whispered promises imagined.
What is it? Almost within reach…

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