Waiting

Written pre deletion day. August 2007.

Waiting

Yesterday, tomorrow or today,
Fear breaks with every morning.
Bird song, deathly verse,
Your sweat the only warning.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days,
Blankets of sacrifice.
Your heart beats the knives edge,
Beware the losing dice.

Hold on for one moment more,
Your energies united,
Scramble, make it through the day,
Your secret never cited.

Reviews

[Gandré]

awww my dear ! again - the classics! this is a source of beauty. a lively feisty heroine for my soul, waiting has never been described more nicely. ha ha. this is for every one who loves classic lyrical beauty a wonderful recreation for the soul.

"Seconds, minutes, hours, days,
Blankets of sacrifice.
Your heart beats the knives edge,
Beware the losing dice. "----------my favorite!

[poddar kushal]

by 'blankets of sacrifice' do you mean hidden truths we have realised only to lay aside in the remotest corner of our mind? it is another of your classics.

[Zane Mathias]

Great poem, cheers me up thank you. :-_

[Crazy Cat Man]

I don't believe in Writer's Block....... I usually just write whatevers in my head. If I can't get inspired then I look around me. ....Recently I've been writing about dead animals around me. First a Squirrel then a dead Bird....u see we can find silly things to write about. :D u should too.

[Shane Patrick]

they dont tell you the secrets do they? another great write my friend..
Your energies united,
Scramble, make it through the day,
Your secret never cited.
very well done!