Perpetually - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Perpetually

No one there.
No one there.
Where’d they go?
I don’t know.

I’ll wait a moment.
I’ll wait a lifetime.
I’ll wait no longer.
I’ll wait perpetually.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer