THE END OF WAITING

The years have passed by in a moment,

Leaving just the scars and memories

To keep me company; keeping me sane –

Helping me to cope with the strain.

All the time wasted waiting

For a better day, a better way,

A reason to stay the distance

Despite this clinically reduced existence.

And while the spilled blood dries, the flesh rots:

Souls entwined inevitably unravel:

The truth, a thread, a solitary trickle –

A teardrop that rusts the moon’s sickle.

Wasted living waiting for life to begin;

Wasted living in someone else’s dream;

Where love once given cannot be returned –

Where souls once cherished cannot be spurned.

The tender smiles and joyous laughter;

The special moments that we share:

These are the treasures that linger

When you dance alone on the edge of despair.

So much living wasted...

Waiting…

Just waiting…