Waiting

Waiting short poem

Life alone is
a desolate reign,
feel no remorse,
no fear, no pain.

Dark lonely days
and endless nights
with no chance of living,
or more pointless fights.

My reasons, pure and simple.
A growing need with mouths to feed;
to reap the seeds I’d sown
and a place to call my own

Like a cynical silhouette
dancing in the night sky.
Waiting.
Watching.
Time to say goodbye.

“HANG HIM!” the mob cries
but is this price not too high?

Hearts and minds
have been closed for so long
and they fear, now, to concede
that they may be wrong.

Sun kissed land
and dry river bed,
will I even be missed
when I’m dead?

No songs by the fireside
for this weary gent,
just a tear shed in pain
to a solemn lament.

Like a cynical silhouette
dancing in the night sky.
Waiting.
Watching.
Time to say goodbye.

Blackness.
Blackness all around.

Deathly silence;
not a sound.

A piercing cry
breaking bated breath.

A murderous mob
cheering a cruel heartless death.

Like a cynical silhouette
dancing in the night sky.
The long wait is over
with a tragic goodbye.

Written by Darren Scanlon, August 1984
This revised version written 3rd April 2015.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book “Positively Poetic – Volume 1

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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