7 Days (An Original Poem)

I have to wait
for 7 days
a long wait
like 7 years

Every minute is so precious
my eyes always awake
waiting for the magic of numbers
even though I hate

The first day I was shocked
the second day I was cursed
the third day I was bored
the fourth day I was cried

Oh, there is little hope of the fifth day
I was pounding in the sixth day
and the seventh day I was happy
am I going crazy?

I don't believe
those numbers are still the same
7 days promised
like 7 years of solitude


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