Still I Wait

nothing speaks,

nothing moves,

broken words,

surrounded by lost

worlds of stagnation,

breeding just

outside this silent door,

stripped of dignity,

smothered in sorrow,

growing shadows cast upon

the wall;

nothing is true,

nothing has value;

liars, hypocrites,

false and fake,

vain and pretentious,

self-righteous posers,

smiles and knowing looks,

full of pompous ignorance,

floating flakes of mist,

gone before dusty feet

hit the ground;

I cannot speak of

days gone by,

I can only speak of here,

I can only speak of now,

there are better places,

there are mysteries unknown,

there is more than what

is showing;

still I wait,

still I wait;

but you never come;

there is nothing left,

there is nowhere else,

the absurdity leaves

everything else behind;

still I wait,

still I wait;

but you never come.

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