Lady In Waiting
She sits in her room in a dark corner,
Just a hint of Sun through the shade!
Not a sound in sight, for they all fade.
Her dreams rile a self-centered scorner.
With so little light it can’t get much warmer,
She sits and she waits to become readymade.
Her debt to society has been collected as paid.
By herself she became a self scorned mourner!
It was just another day,
And another existence,
But in a whole new way!
Simplified self resistance!
It is Her earnest way of tackling His wile baiting!
Prompting a dueled birth of His Lady in Waiting!
® Registered: Ann Rich 2005
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