What is it that I am waiting for
I stare at the ceiling, then the floor
I stare out the window into the sky
Time is the seasons as they go by
I listen for voices and someone to see
I listen for footsteps to stop for me
I hear my own heartbeat in my ears
I hear the faint sound of dripping tears
I hear the creak of a painful bone
I hear the silence of being alone
The same four walls are closing me in
A room where all days end and begin
There is nothing that I am anticipating
No, I am just still here and waiting
©S. Austin Vincoski
