Watchful And Waiting

 

 

Watchful and waiting alone again.

If only I was at home.

Watchful and minds eye,

to all others we must deny.

solo wings into the midst,

only flung with solid fist.

Torn and tattered till the end,

cry with me, fly with me,

I’m watchful and waiting.

So the sunrise meets my eyes just to greet the day.

So then shadows run and hide,

in the nighttime will play.

Watchful and decay,

lost for words today.

Where did you go misery my only friend?

Where did you go?

I’m watchful and waiting.

Reviews

[Casper Cross]

Not bad... not much I can add for you. Though there are those who say poetry should not rhyme, I enjoy it. Good lyrical tempo. I'm not a poetry expert but I enjoyed it.