Sitting still, as the world spins.
My mind a fog, in threads that never end.
A demanding of actions, no respite.
Always heavy voices keeping me awake at night.
What I need seems right at hand.
But is it a need or a demand?
A wait in limbo I must wait
Time it seems is left to waste.
The future holds dreams just out of grasp
And my heart beats burdensome with every rasp.
Doubts play within my being
When my dreams and hopes are all I am seeing.
Will things fall all in a row
Or will my heart destroyed, I have to tow?
Waiting, waiting, waiting again
Wanting a new life to finally begin.
((((hugs))))
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