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Wait

  • By Cecelia
  • Jan 24, 2021
  • 1 min read

Fuzzy and numb and swirling around

All my thoughts keep me off the ground

I'm floating in a void of my own making

My life and soul are ripe for the taking


But not yet, for I am still breathing

I've got lots to do still, I keep him waiting

I hope my dreams and wishes are part of his plans

I hope I'm not just stalling and that he understands


Sometimes I’m falling in the void of black

When I feel all the emotions I usually lack

Drowning, sinking, falling, tripping, hanging

Can't breathe enough, yet he’s still waiting


He’s gonna be waiting for a good while

I’m nothing if not good at putting up a smile

So wait for me and all of those that I love

I’ll see you in much later years up above


 
 
 

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