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She knows not...



She waits…
She waits…
For what, she knows not
For whom, she knows not…

She waits…
She waits…
In vain…
For what she gains, she knows not
For what awaits, she knows not…

Kindles a joy….but what she knows not
Kindles a fear…. but what she knows not….

Lives a nightmare…. Ghastly she knows not…
Lives a dream… nightmarish she knows not…

With bated breath… scaling the breadth….
Damning her fate…
Why she knows not….
For how long, she knows not…

For if there was a leaf, she would squeeze it in her palms,
How, she knows not….
Numb shall leave her the crumple,
Why, she knows not...

She yearns for something she knows not,
or maybe she yearns, but she knows not…


Longing for someone’s touch? She knows not…
Waiting for someone’s…. what, she knows not….

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  1. Teagan Kearney21 September 2013 at 12:31

    I do like this poem - it has a sweet yearning mood - my one critique would be to be careful about overdoing the repetition. There's a poet in my writing group and she is fierce when it comes to cutting extraneous words. But keep writing...

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