Suddenly, realization sprung.
Recognition, gut-wrenching.
Epiphany came off its rise
Sprinting down the blackest hills
Circumstance obsolete.
I was waiting.
I know not what for,
I know not who,
I know not how the doors of
Truth opened for a fool
Dangling for every one of your words
I waited for your lies.
Springing forth from the depths of your
Purgatory
Led me to the gardens of
Kismet
Wherein lied you
And your arms.
I waited for your touch.
Guiding me to the gates of Heaven
The Feel tortured yet enlightened;
It tethered me to your Corrupt Utopia
Your likeness to the sirens of Old never forgotten
Only rediscovered.
I waited for your hand.
And when I heard a voice
That voice- that Voice
Choked a writhing, bristling core
Into Submission.
Bouncing freely, was your Voice
Your Tone- your Life filtering the air
With its lively wave.
I waited for your command.
I have lost it.
I have lost that time-
That methodical, meticulous realm
In which memories were sorted and stored.
The what was- what should- what has yet to come to fruition thrice
I want it back- I will have it back.
I waited to have you back.
Oh, how the tables have stayed the same
Unwilling, immobile, stationary only
For the man who has everything to gain
And all the world to lose
Left alone, you will choose
Under manipulation, we shall fall.
I waited for your resolution.
And in the depths of all this- In the crux- In the gallows
All I wanted was you,
A Fatal I had known in a younger year
I had known her by word, by mouth, by reputation
By hand- Yes, I knew that.
I had known.
Now, I’ve lost the childish understanding I garnered through your breast.
I waited to relearn you.
A sickly Anathema I was.
No more shall I remedy the
Lack of your presence in rum and collared silk;
I shall no longer portray, “Let them eat cake!” in its most literal form.
No longer shall my mind roam aimlessly
In your green water’s…I hope.
I have lost control.
You wield forever the
Athena held wavering over my fervor for you.
I wait too long no longer.
I pray to whatever Deity accepts a
Soul under the tutelage of Dionysius
That she comes to me
That she- of her own free will-
Seeks merest my company.
For till she does
I will wait and I will wait and wait
and wait and wait and wait and
Wait till time will wait for me
No More.
