waiting for an age.
The warming rain poured down on me.
I waited for the sun to shine.
The moment didn’t come.
my spirit feeling dead.
I was in a circle which I’d drawn around me
in the hope of finding strength.
No strength came.
alone and scared;
the changing landscape passed me by.
I was stuck with my problems.
No solution came to light.
my tears barely noticeable to me.
I gaze out of the window
of the tower he’ll rescue me from.
The exit is the entrance
but the prince has not come in.
in mind-numbing pain
at the foot of the stairs
for someone to find me: someone to comfort me.
No one has come for me.
from a string my words tied around you
- else why should you read?
You want a satisfactory ending...
Don’t hang around.
It might not come.