Unrelenting (On Waiting)

It’s been days and I can’t take it anymore
How long must this agony be?

What must I do to ease this longing?

It’s been days and it seems never ending.
The moon shines bright and the stars twinkle

The sky is dark and the clouds are gray

My pillow is wet but my eyes are dry

My pillow is wet. My eyes now dry.

In stare into the void, waiting; hoping

For something I know would never happen

It is a sad thing to be good at;

Waiting is a sad thing I am fairly good at.

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