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Five senses, Impatience, Intuition, Knowing, Loss of hope, Sixth sense, Thursday Poets Rally Week 28, Wait, When you just KNOW it!
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I leaned against the wall
Tried to hear what it said
Its silence, hard as lead
Making all my spirits fall
I stared at the ceiling
Knowing not what to do
Your games of peekaboo
Playing at my feeling
I tried to smell the air
For traces of your scent
To me, no clue it lent
I thought this wasn’t fair
I touched the floor ‘neath me
Hoped for your footsteps near
These tiles evoked a fear
And I wished I could flee
I stood by French windows
Tasted the finest scape
And let my thoughts escape
To the weeping willows
I let my senses drain
For sixth to run this show
And now I simply know
That hurt shall not remain
This torch lit in my core
I let its embers burn
A click and then a turn
And you walk in through that door
**Posted for Thursday Poets’ Rally – Week 28, hosted graciously by Jingle**
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