I' am waiting,
For something.

I 'am not sure what for.
But, something will happen...
I know it will.

I 'am waiting.
Perhaps, something unexpected?

It seems close at hand.
I'm not sure what it will be.
But, I know it's going to happen.

It's inevitable.
I hope it is not too painful.

I' am waiting,
for something...
Soon!

What will it take;
to penetrate this invisible gate.

Why is it erected here?
It wasn't here before.

Now, it's gated to keeps me away.
I can see, but I can't get close.
What purpose does it serve?

Little dog in a cage,
I believe I know un-rewarded loyalty.

The leash is short,
The gate is strong.
Something will come along.

Soon, I hope.

Please remember me!
I want to be remembered.

But, remember me when I was just,
a little bit younger.

I was a little bit better then,
Please remember me then.

I want to be remembered.

This feeling inside me.
Why. Why wont it go away.
It's in my voice & in my throat.
It's in my eyes & in my hart.

This longing, this emptiness.
It bothers me so.
I try to let it go.

I try to go about my day.
A normal day, it can not be.

I try to let it go.
It's of no use.
Crap, Crap, Crap!

An Orange,
It's round and soft,
It fits perfectly into a hand.

It's natural form is seriously examined.
Tumbled about by the thumb and four fingers.

The thumb decides to investigate closely,
The textured softness gives way,

A large chunk of the skin is torn off.
and white flesh is exposed.

The fingers roll in from the side,
to aid the thumb.

The pale white and scared skin,
oozes a sweet fluid.

A naked and scared form remains

The hand wonders,
what can be done to redeem the Orange.

Its mangled form must be eaten!
Its the noble purpose for this Orange.

It's back again!

Melancholy, I think.
Uselessness, maybe.
Feeling unwanted, by the way.

It's definitely deeper than before.

my color is turning, I think.
Spirit is fading, maybe
Feeling Hopeless, by the way.

It never went away, I guess

We will see what happens.
No control of my own.

Taken for granted, most likely.

The season is changing;
I liked, the long daylight
I loved, the warm sun and the display of natures best

I liked, cool rivers in the heat of the day
I loved, the busy day and the seemingly short nights.

My confidence & happiness was at there best
When my successes were much easier

The season is changing;
I dislike, that my youth is dulling
I hate, the weight that camouflages my inner self

The season is changing;
My confidence & happiness steadily diminish.
There must be a purpose to push on.

I am being phased out.
Just a withering leaf about to be plucked.

Regrettably, the season has changed.