the waiting game

The Waiting Game

I’m waiting
for the
other shoe
to drop.

The bell
to ring.

The message
to arrive.

The sentence
to be

The dream
to come

I try
to look
busy while
I wait.

I don’t
stand around
no good
can come
of that.

People skirt
around me.

into me.

Laugh spit
& burst
into tears.

The grim
truth shakes
the tree
of life.

One false
move &
done for.

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