Monday, June 11, 2018

Waiting

This is a little poem I wrote last year. Sometimes life seems frozen. One thing is ending, but a new thing hasn't begun yet. This poem expresses what that can be like for me.

Waiting

Hope thrills
Fear looms in the distance
Peace drips like a leaky faucet
The ticking clock holds my hand
As I try to accomplish something.
The seasons halt
Mid-autumn
Dead leaves cling
To winter's branches
With no intention of falling.
The air is a statue
Silent phones deafen
And the mail carrier
Passes without a word.
Writer's block
Stillness
Lagging
Nerves simmer.
Nothingness suspended in the air
Waiting.