Poem: The Waiting Room to Death

by artistsrunwild
originally published at 08:07AM on Monday, September 24, 2007

We wait

It’s a tedious game, waiting for the inevitable
Like a swim through sinking sand
A constant reassurance you have been unable
To live out existence in the palm of someone’s hand

The clock of time ticks with painstaking accuracy
Limbo seems like a curse from below
A stable platform provides no stability
And we fall until we no longer brightly glow

You sing like you have breath to waste
There is a rule about withering away precious things
I wish I could save some haste
Yet I still run far too fast to grow wings

Colours will blend in front of your eyes
We weren’t lying when we said it would be hard
You heed our warning and die
The melody of it all played by a bard

The collective waits for the pending
A thin line is drawn on the ashphalt
She will be joining us if life is lending
And it is not labelled as our fault

No truth or lies or love or hate sink in
There is no fa├žade when dealing with the middle
A simple whimsical story seeps from within
The string of life is cut from the fiddle

We have waited

Prequels

Sequels

Comments

  • from Mr Reeses :

    Very interesting. Maybe a weird point of view. I guess the rhyming was good