waiting February 18, 2024 a poet's playground, evocative muse i’m calling you i’m calling you out here in the cold i’m calling your name send a sign that i don’t call in vain let me know my voice is heard my heart is breaking my soul is aching waiting
beware of the storm lightning struck he ducked it saved his skin he was a little singed but not burnt to a crisp it cleared up his limp and his lisp being scared to death but he didn’t die he had learned never to hide under