Freed by morning light

Waiting

Do you know that waiting hurts?

How silence could comfort

Is a mystery I’ve discovered.

Lying

When will it end?

When deep trenches run out of water

And the soul empties all tears?

Shivering

From the cold of your stare

Feeless eyes see nothing

And Desire deny

Waiting

For my own breath to pause

When that final escape salutes

The first touch of morning.

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