receding expectancy

It’s everything she doesn’t see;
It’s what she does not feel —
It’s hope that’s only fantasy
And love that’s never real

But still, there is expectancy;
She knows there’s something cooking —
It’s somewhere in the distance, now;
But she won’t give up
Looking


solitary view:

horizon

ever receding

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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