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[becky_da_wolf]

This is a poem about something I did over half term. Don't ask me what I did, you just need to know I did it.

Tension
We are the waiting.

Those, lucky enough to be
Here with those they know
Are clumped,
Chatting about anything but
The impending coming.

Those, unlucky enough to be
Here on their own
Are sat alone,
Attempting small talk with
Other strangers.

Unfamiliar surroundings
Frighten those whose dreams
Teeter on a knife edge

Except
I'm not worried.
I come here without
Expectation
I shall leave without
Regrets
Safe in the knowledge
That I have, at least,
Tried.
That, no matter what, I have
Tried.