No news is supposedly good news
But the silence is deafening.
My confidence is lessening and developing
into chariness, wariness.
Irritation: silence is not
golden and I’m beholden to anxious thoughts.
My information totals to nought.
Caught in the limbo of wanting to
know the answer but not wanting to be present to receive it.
Leave it.
Nothing can be done now but
wait for the bearer of bad news or the golden ticket.
How annoying this snippet of
time seems to consume the present,
When it will simply be a
yesterday this time tomorrow.
Until then, time will drag,
minds will overturn, and hearts will yearn to learn of the anticlimactic outcome.
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