LighthouseA Poem by Scott LynnI don't even know.It's closing in again, this feeling of helplessness. 2:00 a.m. and I can't sleep, worries for another day seeping into my mind. No job until september, money running low, and all I can think about is her. Every person and every sign pointing towards her affectations, but me....scared.....nervous. I haven't been this way since...... well......3 years ago. I sigh as I wait. She's out drinking with her friends..... no new text message has come in hours..... but still I wait.... a lighthouse waiting for a ship to come into view. © 2008 Scott LynnReviews
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4 Reviews Added on August 2, 2008 AuthorScott LynnWinchester, VAAboutI like old film, polaroids, blurred pictures, silhouettes, yellow traffic lights at 4 am, reflections in puddles, foliage, crunchy leaves, being outside, the smell of rain, autumn, the stillness that .. more..Writing
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