waiting


waiting each night
for someone to show
hiding from sight
with no place to go
all is not right
as tears start their flow

know i not what
i am waiting for
my eyes i shut
i slump to the floor
i am tired but
i wait up more

will you not come
each night i am here
my features glum
as lonely i fear
i still wait some
you do not appear

all of my hopes
have died long ago
sit here and mope
time passes by slow
am i such a dope
will i never grow


(c)2001 by Robert H. Harrison