Poem: I Will be Waiting

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I came to be known as something they barely see.

I walked countless streets, searching for certainty in dark places.

When you descend from it, the desire never stops.

It can carry you to the very end.  It can stop the suffering.

I make time useless and irritations numb.

Whether half awake or asleep, I continue.

They never realize how close I get, always turning away from the peace I can give.

I make them fall to their knees and thank me.

It only takes one time to be mine.

2019

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