
— Waiting —
As wind rushes past the shadows
Across the tense silence
Of midnight hour
Fastly approaching
Where the clock strikes
And the moon arises
— Fading —
Is my hope
As the minutes stretch
And I stare
Anxiously
At the door
Ears pressed against it, listening
For the answers
That lie beyond
— Testing —
The limits of my knowledge
Trying to find
The answer
But coming up short
Restrained by the walls that keep me in
While more time passes
— Hoping —
Breath trembling, fingers tapping
On the wooden table
Alone am I, without news
Poor or well
I do not know
Over or not
Remains uncertain
— Waiting —
For the answers
Hidden within
These walls
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