Hi there! This is a poem that I wrote about a week ago, but needed a bit of editing because originally it made even less sense than it does now. I hope you enjoy!
With bated breath,
We wait; we,
The orchestrators of our own fate; DENIED.
We, subject to the universals rules, ACCEPTED;
Except, that
We,
Are guided by the uninformed virtue of the universe,
That in all things differs until we,
Slaves of destiny,
Tear open with our words
The wounds of yesterday to bigger chasms;
And so we wait in hopelessness; DENIED,
We wait in un-fulfilling hope; ACCEPTED,
With breath held in for a second more than a lifetime
In the abandoned promise of change.
A Teacup Full of Stories 