#WritcoPoemPrompt11
The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight…
questioning the dreams she created.

struggle to live, determined to fly
thinking, just thinking and thinking
why was it, is there a purpose
She feels love and hate Linking.

For a lesson, or legacy, who knows
the time ticks, tocks, ticks
with plight and woes in sight,
she's better off in a box of bricks.




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