Waiting
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Ruqqiya Greenidge, Grade 12
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Poetry
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2003
A long pause and hours pass,
Days even. But I’m waiting
For the right moment
The right time
The time when this will all be over.
I can’t stand to sit here
Idle, but I have nothing else
To live for. It all grew stale
A bitter taste in my mouth.
Still waiting.
How much longer must I hold on?
I’m slowly losing grip.
I won’t be back once the star
Is gone. The world will always spin
Though, until that minute comes,
I will be here, waiting.