Waiting | Teen Ink


April 5, 2013
By Literature_Darling GOLD, Warrenton, Virginia
Literature_Darling GOLD, Warrenton, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"To live is the rarest thing of all. Most people exsist and that is all." ~Oscar Wilde
"I am a writer quite by accident, the way one my fall and rip a hole in their jeans." ~Blogger H. B. Sachs

We wait, like children
waiting for the rain to stop,
anxious and impatient.

Always looking to the next thing
The next milestone,
The next bit of happiness.

There are millions of us,
All sitting and waiting,
Never seeing one another.

We want adventure and love
But we are afraid of the greatest adventure
Of our short, waiting, lives.

We do not speak of this adventure
As we wait;
To speak of it would be to call it forward.

It is not something to be feared,
Yet we fear it all the same,
Hiding behind the hope of tomorrow

But this adventure comes
For everyone. Sneaking up behind us.
Or maybe walking boldly to our faces

But come it will.
In time we all will face
The adventure that none of us want.

It will come as we sit, waiting
For the next thing
And it will take us away from it all.

Death waits for no man,
Especially for the man who waits
For the life that has passed without him knowing.

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swat17 SILVER said...
on Apr. 25 2013 at 4:44 pm
swat17 SILVER, Mineral, Virginia
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This is really good. I like how it flows and I understood what you were talking about before you flat out said it. 5/5!

OldYoungOne said...
on Apr. 22 2013 at 2:37 pm
I agree. As the poem developed I got the idea that you were talking about death. Its gripping and very true. I love it  

Mckay ELITE said...
on Apr. 19 2013 at 2:38 pm
Mckay ELITE, Somewhere, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do."
—Apple’s “Think Different” commercial, 1997
“Crazy people are considered mad by the rest of the society only because their intelligence isn't understood.”
― Weihui Zhou

Great last stanza. It's gripping and terrifying to think about.