Waiting, ever waiting

A short poem

Oh the doldrums of a life lived halfway

Feeling so lost, so hungry, so aimless

Thirsty for purpose, for meaning, for vitality

Resigned to this dull, gray, foggy mentality

Oh how I long for a reason for being

A crisis, a fracture, an ugly truth which needs seeing

But here I am stuck, in my own private quagmire

Sinking, and sinking, until I expire

What would it t…