The Wait Outside. A poem.

The wait outside With city lights and vacant looks Of passers by and wannabes Perhaps the tune we’ll sing tonight Will change the course of mediocrity And reverse this season of discord With discourse so ebullient That fire and ice could not compare And could not even try For more Poetry, click here. For moreContinue reading “The Wait Outside. A poem.”

The Wait. A poem.

Ever had to wait for an appointment, meeting, etc., where you’ve been unsure of what will happen? Your paranoid thoughts tend to get the better of you. Afterwards you realise they were all for naught, and that everything was always going to be okay.
Stop worrying so much. I should take my own advice, shouldn’t I?