Poetry With Me

Sometimes I feel like the time won’t end

The day drags on and the light above me makes an annoying sound that pushes my brain into an oblivion

I wait

But I’m not sure what for

Am I waiting for love?

No

I don’t think I believe in that anymore

Am I waiting for a sign?

No

I don’t think there is anything telling me what is next

So what am I waiting for?

A decision?

Yes

I’m waiting to decide what to do with the rest of my life

But who makes that decision?

Is it me?

How do I decide?

How do I know which way is right?

I can barely discern up and down and left to right

The panic in my chest is growing with each and every night

I am reaching for something to my left

something that is worth the fight

I need to block out this noise and this dooming light

How can I decide?

How do I know?

When will I be able to take back my control?

I am stagnant.

I am waiting.

But what is it that I am anticipating?

With Love,

GV Rioz