The Wait

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


A mixture of feelings an undergraduate is feeling as he applies for a job.

Submitted: September 20, 2018

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Lids rolled back, my eyes milky like my morning coffee.

Seat max tilt, let my thoughts skate around the lobby.

Burn in my chest, almost ignites the ambition I embody.

In this world of competition, everybody clones the copy.

But, I'm original and my origins can never knock me see.

I put my seeds in the dirt, and it never sprouts.

Paid in pain for my work, opposite light I never shadowed doubt.

Brilliance in my resilence all roots from my diligence.

Always argue in my head I guess this state is called ambivalence.

Still in the lobby and the coffee no longer reflects my mug.

Severed the worry, as I know the decline can't hold you up,

This isn't the breakfast, that pours the ache straight to my gut.

I don't want to be stuck. Digested too much critical feedback.

I don't want to be stuffed. I don't care, I'll remain drunk of my ideas.

Overdosed, passing out, almost see my dreams form clear.

I snap back, check the time, I think I'm going next.

Tighten my tie, not too tight, resist the choke effect.

As I stand up... I black out...

15 minutes have passed and I'm shaking hands in a room.

Smiles around the board affecting me, I'm smiling too.

Hold trust in your craft and the right things will come to you.

So now when I sit max tilt, with coffee aroma in the air.

I'm smiling, in the office because I finally made it here.


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