Waiting
Sitting in the corner
At the end of the long hallway
Back firmly rested against the wall
Legs down so I can see it all
As I wait, staring down at the walkway
I flip through my songs until they repeat
Look around as others take a seat
Waiting for the door at the end to open
Someone told me it will open today
While others wait another day
And I know that as soon as it opens and I hear my name
All this waiting will be worth it, without a shame
But its the waiting that snowballs all this pain
As my thoughts and my watch spin round and round
Anxious to see the turn of the knob
And hear the door crinkle.
Then the door finally opens
As I stand, my bones crack into place
And I quickly pace
Towards the fruits of my timely race
And as the door closes behind me
The room I waited for
Was nothing but an empty void.
Copyright © Bilal Hb | Year Posted 2011
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