The Wait

My time drips to the floor
Vanishes in the cracks
Drunk by the thirsty wood
Like water from a capsized glass
Leaving me unquenched
Letting the canyons on my face run dry
As I wait for the world, the people, the life
To do what they promised
And I turn to stone
Then to dust
Since I let my time
Go to waste

© 2019 Erna Grcic 

7 responses to “The Wait”

    1. Thank you! It means a lot! 💕

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      1. You’re most welcome! You have an enviable talent with words 🖤

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      2. Thank you so much! It’s great to hear some words of support.

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      3. I have heard a few since my time here and it has helped… So it is only fair to pay it back when I see it 🖤

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      4. You’re a wonderful soul! 🙏😊

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      5. Well, I’m not sure you’ll think the same if you read further into my blog – but I do try where I can 😊🖤

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I’m Erna, the writer and creator behind this space. I’m a creative business owner, lifelong lover of words, and a devoted cat lady. Slavic mythology sits at the heart of my work, and here you’ll find my poems, book reviews, retellings of old myths, and glimpses into my own books and writing journey.

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