The Wait

My time drips to the floor
Vanishes in the cracks
Drunk by the thirsty wood
Like water from a capsized glass
Leaving me unquenched
Letting the canyons on my face run dry
As I wait for the world, the people, the life
To do what they promised
And I turn to stone
Then to dust
Since I let my time
Go to waste

© 2019 Erna Grcic 

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