For you who cannot do anything else but await its coming
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 –