I’m sitting in a waiting room
And choose to write this verse;
The snow is blowing hard outside
The wind keeps getting worse —
Winter once was magical
With castles made of snow;
But now the world is blank, and I
Can’t see which way to go —
The wait is over, and my child
Is here, so we depart;
We speak of senseless nothings as
We head into the heart
Of this relentless blizzard
Where we’re greeted by a blast:
Just two more people cold and lost
In problems
Way too
Vast
(“Waiting Room” – 1-26-2015)
Take care of yourselves.
Thank you
From wherever this came, you certainly hit the heart of the matter. And I feel your pain. You have written my story.
Best wishes
Thank you
Take very good care xx
Thanks.
Is this from your life experience – or is it a poetic persona adopted?
In any case a worthy existential snapshot… and good poem.
this happened
I love the way you say…’two more people’…because, truly, you are not alone. Nobody has that luxury anymore. We are legion and the struggles of daily life just get so very big, so quickly. And they are truly relentless.
“We are legion”… I like that. Cheers – Owen
The journey continues unabated!