It’s still lurking, always waiting
These thoughts intruding can’t be ignored
Coming and going yet still no abating.
After so long, surely it must be fading;
But with one odd cue to be suddenly restored;
No, it’s still there, lurking, always waiting.
Coating sight with its own bleak plating,
Is there some strange goal it aims toward,
With this coming and going but no abating?
With its grim dusk so many times shading,
Stealing moments you dearly afford.
It’s still there lurking, always waiting.
Where does it hide between its fierce invading?
So silent and sure wherever it’s shored,
As it keeps coming and going yet not abating
Anything for respite is up for trading,
But such a perk it never would award
No, always it will be there lurking, waiting,
Relentlessly coming and going, but never abating.
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 7:51 PM UTC
It’s still lurking, always waiting
These thoughts intruding can’t be ignored
Coming and going yet still no abating.
After so long, surely it must be fading;
But with one odd cue to be suddenly restored;
No, it’s still there, lurking, always waiting.
Coating sight with its own bleak plating,
Is there some strange goal it aims toward,
With this coming and going but no abating?
With its grim dusk so many times shading,
Stealing moments you dearly afford.
It’s still there lurking, always waiting.
Where does it hide between its fierce invading?
So silent and sure wherever it’s shored,
As it keeps coming and going yet not abating
Anything for respite is up for trading,
But such a perk it never would award
No, always it will be there lurking, waiting,
Relentlessly coming and going, but never abating.
A villanelle response to pain and loss.