please tell me ur honest opinion about my poem! i am 13 yrs old and i would like to be a poet when i grow up, so would somebody please tell me what i could do to make this poem better? or just tell me how u like it.
The Waiting: by Rebecca
silent, silent, silent.
i wander down the path so leering,
waiting, wanting, wishing, fearing.
silent silent silent
silent silent silent
i helplessly cannot deny
i must keep waiting, cannot lie,
the reason for the dark and dreary,
waiting that is 'o so weary
lies beneath a foolish love,
but without warning comes a shove,
cast out, am i from weary waiting,
instead, pushed into dreadful hating,
of one who forced an unfair shove,
and interfered with new found love.
silent, silent, silent.
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