Waiting,
Waiting,
Waiting alone.
Heavy air hangs above, suffocating.
And nothing else, but an endless sea.
Deafening silence.
Foreboding clouds tell a tale of misfortune.
Silence hangs heavily in the air,
Like death itself.
Something…
Something cuts through the hush and breaks it.
The bullets pierce through the air.
We’re trapped.
Nowhere to go, no where to stay
Stained sand,
Soiled by the littering of corpses,
The taste of metallic in the air.
All of us helpless.
All of us,
Still waiting
Waiting…
Waiting.
For what?
All of us helpless
All of us alone...
Thud .
YOU ARE READING
Abide too long,Time soon gone
PoetryWaiting. All of us are waiting for something. But one day, we find we've been waiting for too long. The darkness grows. Grows stronger... Then, your time runs out.
