A Man

by Dalton Davis - Not entered

Waiting, watching, hoping to see,
this person, this man who has so wronged me,
Ripping, spitting, killing, glee
that is what this man has done to me
patiently, calmly, watchful me
I sit there alone waiting for he, 
but I'll be waiting and watching forever for he
for this man, this thing, this person is me

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1999-04-26 23:00:18
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:03
Poem ID: 52303

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