Waiting for the Morrow
Slowly pacing the floor wondering
when the door will open
Holding breath deep within afraid
to expel the air
Hours of anticipation turns to
desperation
Frustrations begins to rear
its ugly head
Jealousy takes a bit out
of trust
Tension escalates every sound
you’re running
To the widow peering out hoping to
catch a glimpse of anything
Time ticks away and the waiting
intensifies to near hatred
Questioning the motive behind this
lack of consideration
Anger makes its bed removing
a warm invitation
Night wraps a cold blanket around
your soul
One last attempt of hope
vanishes into distant thoughts
Waiting for the Morrow
© 2012 ek ellis