Hate to wait?

Waiting for the phone to ring
Waiting for the mail
Waiting for the test result
Waiting to go to gaol.
Why is waiting difficult
For nearly everyone?
I wonder who I am today?
Existentialism’s no fun.
It’s the very uncertainty;
Have I made an error?
Waking up at 3 am
Filled with puzzling terror.
Peril in the night of mind,
Reason’s tied up in a bind.
Images rise like geese in flight.
Fill dream eyes with blight.
But now I see the burning sun
Rising in the sky
Every day I greet nature,
And stop thought with my eyes.

About Katherine

I like poetry and history
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