I’m waiting for your words
as sweet as a bird’s
song. But the long wait has made me jaded.
The excitement has long faded.
The descent in my energy
has caused me this lethargy.
My hope shattered to pieces, and splinters
hurt me as I pick them with my fingers.
Hopelessness is the twin of
death, so enough!
I will never succumb nor
will I lie helplessly on the floor.
So here, I patiently sit
like how lady aristocrats knit
when they patiently wait for love;
waiting for their destiny from above.
Without freedom to do things my own way,
and all I could do is hope for the best and pray.
But still, here I wait,
believing in fate
that a herald will come
and that good news from
his mouth will bring glee,
and from my anxiety, I’ll be free.
Word of the Day Challenge: death
Ragtag Daily Prompt: splinter
Fandango’s One Word Challenge: jaded
Three Things Challenge: twin, aristocrat, herald
Your Daily Word Prompt: descent