Waiting Poem by Midnight Clarity

Waiting



retreat was just a thought
that hid from sunlight.
Day the marker of time's passage,
issues unresolved, and piling deep,
questions, all unanswered,
clutter on the threshold of the dawn
while fear waits
for confirmation
and hope stands firm
all cheeky, hands on hips
and stalwart
in the light that threatens
news.

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Midnight Clarity

Midnight Clarity

Isles of Scilly living in Barbados
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