The Spirit Waits
A Tautology on Patience
Prologue
This is for Mikeydred's Octoberon Challenge. Join in the fun here!
We wait for many things. For success, for love, for good fortune.
Patience is a virtue, they all say, and patience is. Good things come to those who wait, make no mistake.
In matters of the heart, the wait is long, but can be too long for some. Enjoy this tautology.
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My wait was long, and time’s hand stopped,
The hours stretched as time’s sand dropped.
The night was dark, the light long gone
But still I wait, and I wait long.
Your heart is mine, it’s mine to hold
Don’t try to flee, don’t be too bold
Time has now passed, and it’s my time
My moment’s here, the time is mine.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (5)
Ohhh, so good, love the eerie vibe.
This is spooky, I like the duality... It could be a possessive spirit or a jealous lover who feels caught in limbo. Excellent read!
This is an interesting piece as is the definition of tautology.
This is kinda frightening...
But it's so difficult to know who's the right person. Loved your poem. Also, there's a tiny typo in this sentence, "Emjot this tautology."