Patience

poem by: Dian Holmes
Written on Nov 29, 2016 

The robot he waits for the opening gates that unlock themselves ever so slow. Hes alives, he is dead, the birds circle his head. Till it's said that it's on with the show. Life is not the same when they don't play the game. It was how they were welded together. So he waits for the gates and the time it escapes. Its all worth it unless he waits forever.
Poem by: Dian Holmes

 

Tags: love, rhyme, metaphor, deep,

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