I've been gutted for all i have and thrown back into the waiting room to await something that i hope will come soon.
a chance, an opportunity, something with continuity, and substance and depth so i can take a deep breath of fresh beautiful air, out there, in the wonderful world.
out of the waiting room, deaths unsettling home, with all the other people and all the time alone.
unable to scream or to talk, or to run or walk, or to be happy and smile at least for a while,
i guess that's life, hardship and strife, and a few small happy times, i just wish i knew the reasons or the rhyme.