- - - - - - - - - . . . Hopeless Waiting . . . - - - - - - - - -

How long were the hours that I waited? Waited alone for you, by the bloodstained ground. The soil wet and overflowed with blood. Blood from the men that fought. Blood from men who lost their loves fighting along with you. I came only to find an ocean of bodies, all freshly slaughtered, all newly killed. I ran, tears filling my eyes. Praying for your life, searching for your breath. I looked, I searched all in vain. I fell and tripped over the faces whose eyes fixed onto mine without a sign of light. My hands red and my face wet. Struggling forward desperately trying to find a trace of you, I reached the end of the world, now below the only life other than my own. My only comfort as I rest beneath its outstretched arms. The sky seems to reflect that within my heart, full of pain and sadness. It cries and cries darkening its home as it goes on and on. I am no longer aware of my surroundings. I sit and wait. The blood washed from my body forms pools all around, glowing a dark light of death. The tree as my comfort just sways in the chill of the sky. My heart is empty, my body numb, my eyes are stilled with tears. I wait, wait just wait. Yet I no longer see. I’m tired, exhausted the hope has fled. The sky can no longer go on. It can no longer shed another tear of sadness. The sky darkened and ever moving feels no longer for as I, is too numb to move. I will not turn around, because of the fear and torment of not seeing my hope. The sky, the moon and I shall wait and wait till the day of your return.