Author's Notes: I wrote this around the end of March... It's about how you can want something with a passion... Yet the thought of actually possessing it can terrify you...

Anticipation

Terror rips through my mind,
Leaving chaos in its wake.
When will I be at peace again?
When will my heart calm its beat?

The thing that terrorizes me,
It also is anticipated with hope.
When will I be tranquill?
When will my mind be still?

Ask me, I pray.
Break me, I cry.
When will I be quiet?
When will my soul be at rest?

Ever? Never? Soon?
My body lies in wait.

A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read this. Any comments are appreciated.