The Wait

For you who cannot do anything else but await its coming


The Wait

The tranquil night marks the end of my day

Yet it is inside me that turmoil rests

The Fight is difficult, or so they say,

For me, the Wait is hardest of life’s tests.

Where to go, what to do – remain unknown

As my soul quivers in anxiety

Try as I may, my best I may have shown,

I cannot go against society.

But my ever defiant heart rages

In the comfort of its own silent cage.

Relying on these words on these pages,

I pray for the redemption of this age.

And though I still hope to change my ill fate,

The night beckons me to stop and just wait.


– National Poetry Month –


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