Waited

I waited by the river for the body of my enemy to float on by I was waiting for the suffering to end I waiting for my joy to begin I was waiting for the validation of the feelings that were felt Instead, I saw what I did not want to see It was me, myself, my actions, my deeds I saw me in the truth I saw me in the raw I was nude, unappealing, dirty, and raw It was “Action” that had no “Cut” There are no words of repair It was sad and too strong to bare It is shameful to look upon now Thoughts that need deep mending and repair My enemy wasn’t late in coming by The time was right on time All the days, the hours the minutes, it was me…I was floating by It was me I was most waiting for It was me, the most dangerous of all