Waiting
The heart beats...
Pulsating in the temples.
Tongue's dry,
Fear stuck in my throat.
I wait
In the dim light.
The clock ticks,
Loud in the lonliness.
My stomach tying itself into knots!
A candle flickers;
A breath escapes me
And I think:
"That could've been the last!
What am I waiting for?"
A breeze blows the curtain,
Blows out the candle!
Still I wait in the darkness!
An age has passed,
But still I sit in fear!
He stands at my window and beckons me,
My last breath escapes me
And I think:
"Why did I waste it?
Why did I wait for death?"
© REBEKAH SMITH November 2002.
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