Waiting

by Rachel   Jul 3, 2005


She sits alone in her bedroom
Her eyes are blank and empty
So much was once behind them
Lifeless as a shadow
She stares out the window
de@d .. but so alive
In her bedroom.. but so distant
Her body in the present...
her soul lost in the past..
A slight smile spreads over her face
Maybe she found
what her restless soul was
searching for
what she was waiting for..
Something worth waiting for..
Her entire life..

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