Waiting

Have you ever felt like you are waiting,
Though waiting for what you don’t know,
When you wake in the morning, and you don’t feel like anything you do is to be done,
Other then just because it is expected and needed,
Everything feeling like you are in a fog, unreal, unsure, whilst you are waiting,
Waiting for what? An unanswerable question, a question with no end,
Have you ever felt like you are waiting, waiting for something,
For that something, to tell you what you are waiting for.

Have you ever sat in a room of people, sat and watched the world around you,
Yet you aren’t there, the chair beneath an empty void,
The voices around you echoing in your mind,
Nothing clear, nothing sharp, like through unclean glass,
You look around you, but you feel like you aren’t part of your surroundings,
Your name mentioned, bringing you back to a reality, a reality that you realise,
that isn’t as you thought, the moment away, calmer, easier and softer.

Have you ever sat, and thought, why, nothing feels like you are living,
Just existing, whilst waiting, though waiting for what?
Each hour of every day, one of uncertainty, willing for them to go,
So you can lay in soft darkness, with your own solitude,
Time goes away, nothing to worry of, bar your own thoughts,
Your own anxieties, taking over your body,
As the waiting doesn’t seem so long, until the morn,
When time becomes a rule to be lived by, whilst you wait.

Get up, go about your day, each moment not feeling right,
Everything you do, done without thought, nor care,
Done to survive, to please others, to ensure the day gets to the night,
Whilst you wait,

Yet what am I waiting for?
Will I ever know, Maybe one day Ill wake,
Time will no longer be on their side,
Time will stand still, and I can breathe easy once again,

Standing in the solitude of nothing, as I no longer wait


I am not afraid