Time clicks as I await,
The hour ends before my take,
Sitting, thinking, waiting; my mind escapes..
The day grows old as night approaches,
Wolves crying, dogs howling; anticipating,
Watching, staring, seeing..nothing..
Silence begins the day,
As morning comes without notice,
Tears begin to fall, slowly...
The day moves on without hope,
Wishing to be what is not to be,
The sun moves to its peak,
Without a whisper or retreat,
Time moving, but still empty,
Stomach aching, curling,
Still waiting..............
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