The Waiting Game

She sits still and in silence

watching the blank screen

empty like her mind,

the cursor blinks tauntingly

again and again and again

waiting impatiently for her fingers

to start dancing on the keys

to spill her thoughts, her memories,

the blood of her enemies

it waits for a confession,

her damning admission

yet she sits there, watching,

waiting

 

-TheElusiveScribe 04092017-

I know I’ve been behind with my daily poetry but I will try to do more today. 

 

 

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