Waiting

It spins off the top,

A grandiose notion,

A feeling so deep that words,

Are useless.

Infected thoughts,

Disguised as dreams,

A life spent in yearning,

For something so,

Unattainable.

Yet, human skin fries.

Sorting it out with,

Tears in the heart and

Fears in the eyes.

What becomes of the,

Waiting.

And waiting.

Swallow the lump,

Leap,

Take the jump.

Weighing needs and wants,

Stepping out of line,

Watching the clock,

Ticking and tocking,

Surviving and living and surviving,

Again.

The yearning and burning,

And incessant need,

To feel whole once more,

Lost to the wind.

Time never stops,

Clicking and clacking,

And desires set aflame,

Never extinguish,

All worth waiting for,

Will find patience in the,

Rain.

~Mme. Pamela McCreight~

2011