Waiting For A Bell or a Ring

How depressing it must be

To be as alone as I seem to me

Holding on to a life so long

Or at least that it’s all wrong


Truly it probably isn’t what I see

But I only have my perception that’s me

It is the only music I have in my song

And it seems to be increasingly long


Not that anyone would want it to be

Shorter than the time allotted they see

Because there is a chance of being wrong

And perhaps better as it became long


So all I can do is wait to see

Hoping for more happiness for me

A changing of the ever present song

Before the sounding of the final gong.


Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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