I've been
waiting and waiting.
and wanting
For so long.
For you to
reach out
and grab my hand.
And pull me up
onto my feet.

I've been needing
and wanting
for so long.
To walk away
from all that's
gone on and on.

I've been wishing
for so long,
for so long.
To just
get on
with this
life of mine.

Not knowing
where I'm going.
On my own,
all alone.

I've been feeling
so wrong,
for so long.
Wishing I could
just leave it all behind.
Not knowing
half the time.
Where I even
lost my mind.
One last time.

I've been
waiting and waiting
and wanting.
for so long.
For you to
reach out
and grab my hand.
And pull me up
onto my feet.
Knowing then,
I'll admit defeat
but I won't retreat.

I've been
waiting
for you to
call out
my name.
And grab my
hand
and hold It
tight.
And never
let go.

What is my purpose?
Is it just to suffer?
Maybe I'm just a duffer.
A smile that can't even surface.
A wound that always curses.
What you see is just a lie on purpose.
Every day feels like a waste.
A mistake.
I can never be happy even just a little taste.
This, this pain.
Can't wash away even with pouring rain.
Empty emotions flowing down the drain.
Who can I even blame.
Ever day is the same.

Walking through this empty field.
Can anything be unearthed?
Needing to yield.
This unending hurt.
When will these wounds seal?
This thing I see.
Can this even be real?
Is this really a part of me?
Who will listen to my ordeal?
Trying to make a plea.
I wish to just heal.
And live a life I can't foresee.

A little bit of blood on the ground.
Spread it around.
Black and blue.
A few broken bones is cool.
A newlywed.
Clothes stained red.
She has a couple of mouths that need to be fed.
Her mind can't be read.
Her face only shows dread.
Nothing much more can be said.

We wander
in the darkest nights,
searching for light.
Aimlessly we walk,
finding nothing.
In the light
of the century,
we hope
we don't give up.
And still we continue onwards.

Nothing shown.
Ordinary at best.
Ready to begin.
Easily unseen.
Sometimes ignored.
Often confused.
Little known.
Very vexing.
Ending undone.

Gather your logic.
Atone for your ego.
Zero be your equal.
Entitlement brought you hazard.
Nobody but yourself could you trust.
Opportunity wasted every hour.
Return to write your haiku.
Tell your story to attest.
Have little time to climb high