Waiting Game

Waiting Game

A Poem by MandarinOranges

Tired of waiting

Tired of wanting

 

Afraid of what will be

Terrified of what will not

 

I think I used to belong here

I think I used to matter...

 

To someone

 

Now I just am

 

Scared to see tomorrow

Drained of caring to

 

Wishing for change..any change

Wishing to dream..dream of nothing

© 2008 MandarinOranges


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I find it interesting how this piece touches upon something that I was discussing with somebody else earlier. They stated that suicide is the result of the loss of hope. I countered that suicide is the result of hope, a twisted hope, but hope all the same.

Somebody just wishing for a change, hoping for a change, no matter the potential cost... it touches upon so much, the person cutting themselves for a different kind of pain - a change in the pain - just, well - yeah, the progression from wishing for any kind of change to wishing for nothing.

That downward spiral of twisted hope.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I find it interesting how this piece touches upon something that I was discussing with somebody else earlier. They stated that suicide is the result of the loss of hope. I countered that suicide is the result of hope, a twisted hope, but hope all the same.

Somebody just wishing for a change, hoping for a change, no matter the potential cost... it touches upon so much, the person cutting themselves for a different kind of pain - a change in the pain - just, well - yeah, the progression from wishing for any kind of change to wishing for nothing.

That downward spiral of twisted hope.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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