Wasting Time

I am tired 
Of pacing the floor
And listening to the clock shout
That we are wasting so much
Precious 
Time.

I am tired 
Of waiting for carrier pigeons 
To bring yellow, tattered notes 
With handwritten promises
That you have seen
Light.

I am tired
Of being on my knees 
Praying to anyone who will listen 
That you will realize where you are 
And come
Home.

I am tired,
But I have not yet fallen asleep;
With light there will be darkness
And even in darkness
I will always
Believe.

◄ Hope

Brave Soul ►

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