As I linger

And still I wait

For my unsealed doom

For my unwritten fate

 

As I burn inside

As I gaze into the void

I wish I have died

 

And still I wait

A ragged heart

Felling holes with hate

 

As I mute my cries

I burst in rage

I believe lies

 

And still I wait

For the last beam of hope

For death I anticipate

 

Three days four nights

Sleepless not awake

Insane who waits and fights

 

And more I wait

I linger in darkness

Perhaps I’m late

 

Perhaps too sudden

Perhaps unwanted

Perhaps forbidden

 

Alone I await

To become whole

To find a mate

 

And fades away the sound of that singer

Comes another dawn, I light another cigarette

Forever I’ve been waiting, still in darkness I linger

Reviews

[Moonflower]

The last stanza wrapped this piece up quite nicely, good write.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good poem. I like the flow of the poem. I don't about waiting. Sometime you must be the hunter. The poem told a very good story. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Like a song...filled with the want of being filled..like a dry well, cracked and broken..waiting for sparkling, cheerful water...
Filled with impatience...
Very human
Very beautiful

[Michael X]

wow, now this has lyrical quality and reverberating sound, and concept
draws the heart to a delving ponder and emphasis on darkness,
I could easily see the night in your words, awsome job here. passionate