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Waiting For Something.
I look out the window
Stare at my hands
Look around the room
Time never ends
Forgetting and remembering
I look at the floor
Reminisce to the past
Wanting more and more
Starving and parched
Waiting for something
I sit, I cry
I'm getting nothing
A noise so loud
A whisper, a sound
I can barely hear it
Look, look around
My eye catches a glimpse
Of a girl but two or three
Holding a doll
Her without family
Sad are her eyes
Bruised her arms be
I found what I waited for:
The memory of me.
Starving and parched
Waiting for something
I sit, I cry
I'm getting nothing
what a heart felt stanza is this one...the whole poem is interesting one and impressive a lot..idea is good and expression is sound too...hope my peace willing thoughts will also touch your heart if go through good poet!!!