The torture of waiting consumes my soul,
It has a clutch on me, it has taken full control.
I do not know if I will get what I want at the end of my wait,
Still, I hold on... even if it is late.
Maybe I'm wasting my life, maybe I am a fool,
I do not know if anything is worth the wait, time is too cruel.
Here I am still waiting, for reasons I do not know,
Praying for the same thing, even when I am high, even when I am low.
It makes me cry, it makes me daydream,
It makes my heart throb; it makes me want to scream.
I must endure though, I'm so close to my goal,
I just have to wait, that is my only role.
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Poems For The Pained Heart
PoetryYou've made it this far so let me tell you a story, About life in this age with all of it's pain and glory. It's been a long journey, it's been a long road, It's been so tiring, you want to go on sleep mode. But wait just a little, just a bit long...
