You keep telling me to wait and so I wait,
But I don’t know these days just what I’m waiting for.
Seems like every time I think
Mercy and justice will meet me where I hurt the most,
Another blow falls on my aching heart.
I have wept until my soul has
No more strength to weep…
Then I groan wordlessly, struck to my core with
Grief beyond thought, beyond explanation,
Beyond caring whether the pain ever goes away–
So long as I can lose consciousness, because my mind
Cannot bear the sights and sounds and wounds of another day…
Yet time keeps ticking and there is no escape.
You keep telling me to wait and so I wait,
But I have no idea exactly what I’m waiting for.
I just sit here suspended and pray desperately that
This interminable process will end soon.

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