It's 1003.
Wells of tears dwell in my tired eyes.
I do,
Hereby declare,
A full proclamation.
I'm sat on the blade of a firebrands knife.
Anticipating,
Trepidation.
May the bells ring true.
The bringer of joy.
I'm sleep deprived.
Read a book to enable rest.
My bedside lamp touched on and off.
Not enough to let me rest.
Tossed and turned.
The waiting's the worst.
My heart,
it's pumping so hard it may burst,
it won't fortunately.
I'm almost praying,
and I don't pray,
the response to the interview tumbles my way.
I find that writing it out,
will clear my mind.
Que sera sera!
(C) Livvi