Waiting Woes
It’s sheer agony—
The silence hangs like
a cold breath in the air;
Worse than waiting
for death in a battlefield,
Worse than waiting to
reach ashore adrift at sea,
Worse than the maddening thirst
in the middle of the desert
Or getting lost in the wilderness
finding no way out—
It is waiting for the one who sits
in a corner sulking to come around.
~"Waiting" contest by Craig Cornish
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2016
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