The Waiting Wanderer
The embers will die but the ashes will remain.
This
night (no one’s in sight),
I
roam this city’s streets
To
seek solace; I’m weak.
This
infidel heart beats
For
you. Indeed, I too
Ask
why it should be so.
Voices
inside – noises
I
subdued long ago
Return;
Make me discern
Your
parting words that said
Nothing
of anything;
Yet
left nothing unsaid.
I
sense a void. This dense
Mist
is much deceptive;
It
clouds reason and shrouds
Me,
holding me captive
Inside
a bleak and wide
Cellar,
suffocating
My
blind heart and blind mind
With
blackness. I’m screaming
For
help. Nearby, dogs yelp.
Feeling
weak in my knees,
I
fall. That will be all
The
distance. I will cease
To
walk. To search. To stalk
The
night for redemption.
Still
far you are. You are
Still
an apparition.
Your
name will still bring blame
Whose
pain shall not abate.
My
stride shall be my guide
But
I’ll, forever, Wait.
Wait. And leave it to fate.