waiting waiting waiting
time is rushing past me
as i stand
perfectly still
and wait
i'm scared
no
i'm terrified
my fear has become a knotted
tangled mess
deep in my chest
just there
between my ribs
i want to believe it
i want to
but the waiting
time is marching on
the endless string of events
has left me breathless
and doubtful
no longer able to see the light