THE WAIT

There is a hidden sadness within me.

 

Every while, it surfaces,

covering, consuming me,

leaving me incapacitated.

 

Placing caliginous gels on my eyes,

it shrouds everything in shadows.

Every sight that once gave me joy

is now darkened.

The brightest, clearest day

turns gloomy and dim.

 

It is like a solar eclipse,

able to veil even the sun.

I cannot see light,

I cannot feel warmth.

But, like an eclipse,

I know it will not last.

 

This now dominating master

will again become subservient,

subsiding back into my depths.

 

Tears obscure my vision.

I have learnt not to wipe them away.

There is nothing I want to see.

 

Instead I allow them make my sight blurred and smudged,

and simply wait until my world is bright once more.

 

It is a long wait.

It is a lonely wait.

But at least it is only a wait.

– Anonymous