Waiting Poem
Waiting Poem
They’re coming for you…
Those naughty dancing spirits
Invisibly parading all around you,
Waiting for your light to go out.
There is a certain sense of order,
While our flesh is wasting away,
Close your eyes, and open them quickly,
there they are…
Black shadow floaters marching
across your vision,
Waiting, Waiting, Waiting
There is a certain sense of order,
In not knowing,
We don’t deserve the answer yet,
It isn’t the right time,
Knowing for sure is not what we
want, not what we need,
Those naughty dancing spirits
staying in the shadows while
outwardly we are wasting away.
