The Waiting Sleep
I wait while wandering in empty dreams,
where everyone is lost and dying slow.
And in the distance are, unheard, the screams
of anguished souls I’ll never come to know.
The winds blow hot or cold here, rarely cool.
Leaves flutter out of sight, disintegrate.
Relief, if ever found, is minuscule.
I do not even know for what I wait!
I’m drifting with the leaves as they change hue,
concealed among them as they fall to ground.
And as they crumble, I’ll be crumbling too,
alone (as souls unknown hear not my sound).
And still I roam inside this wait I keep,
unwilling to awaken from this sleep.
posted 3/27/21
N/A in the All Yours (Mar 19) Poetry Contest
judged 3/18/2021
For William Kekaula's Final 2021 N-A Choice 3 Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2021
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