The Poem Dance

~ The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word ~

December 28, 2004

Uncertainty

The agony of waiting
Anticipation, worry & distress
Causes tesion & stress
As my futere hangs on a thin line

Sleepless nights, unsettles rest
I stay awake staring at the ceiling
As the question gnaws my mind
"What will happen to me?"

I stand alone, the choice is my own
Which path should I walk upon
At a major crossroad in my life
Im forced to decide the best

But is it for me?


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