Waiting...

Waiting…

Once again this depressing blow;

Why it always happens, I don’t know.

I look out from these grills

Bars they are, I only shrill.

A gloomy cloud descends

It’s difficult, no one bends.

I get what I need

Not what I wanted always

It’s wrong to ask

You err if you ask

To breathe is wrong

To live is wrong

Yet I am being optimist

That’s all I can do for now

Dark clouds hover

I am waiting -

For seasons to change

For spring to come

Springs to burst

When birds fly free

Music in the air

Minds are calm

Relaxed and gay

When dreams are made of smiles

And days are bliss

Pleasant is the whether

Not hot not cold

Dumbstruck is life

Intricate it is

Confusing more

Thoughts are more

Words are few

I am just…waiting.

--NP