Poetry Option 7

Write a poem about a time you got lost either in the physical sense or the metaphorical sense (intellectually, emotionally, spiritually).

Option 7

Anticipation

I sit in my chair,

shaking and nervous,

wondering what will happen next.

I don't know the future,

that worries me most,

so I have to just sit here and wait.

My eyes jerk around the room,

searchign for a sign of comfort,

but comfort is everything I don't have.

I wait for a sign,

that things will be alright,

but such a sign I do not see.

I guess I'll just wait,

for there's no way to know,

what show will come next on TV.

Steve Horstmann

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