Title: I Wait
by Sophie from Dorset | in writing, poetry
This is a sticky situation,
Stuck in this hellhole;
This excuse for a nation,
Pressured by peers;
And when you're not near,
Lonely;
Wishing that it was only,
You and me;
Just me and you,
Doing the things;
That we want to do,
Without a restriction;
But still an excuse,
When you're away,
I have but one use.
When writing this piece, I became a fictional character of mine - Monday. I myself have never felt the way that she does in this poem, although I have felt trapped many times before.
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Ooh clever. Like it. Can you tell us more about this character? Is it someone you've written for a script or a story? I'd love to hear more. Thanks, from Emily on the Blast team.
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