An Unending Wait Yields to No Purpose

by animalworkss

Much like Death, I just can’t say when you’ll come a knockin’ on my door,
When you’ll reveal your sensational essence amidst my realm of immediacy-
Or, even how you’ll knock!
Jeeze Louise!
Will it be a gentle rap-a-tap-tapping, so faint as to barely attract notice,
Or, will your fist force itself into my relative space of quiet by impressionable means of a puissant pounding?!
Anticipation weighs heavy upon my soul,
And though I’ll find you not in dread,
These uncertain thoughts may render my doing anything about your certain arrival quite impossible…

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Copyright Keli Birchfield 2013

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