The wait...

I wait...
Holding my breath
Seemingly dead

I hear...
creaks of the non living
from a past that's unforgiving

I give...
Flesh to my fears
My own creations haunting me

I watch...
My thoughts hitting random walls
denting my sanity,taking a toll

I ache...
For some heaviness in my eyes
That takes me away from my plight

I drown...
In a senseless dream
not designed by me

I fly...
On wings of peace
Intoxicated with relief...

Mani, 31st May, 2:30 am