The wait

The wait

Wait a time with patience, patience oh the evil of that word patience.

It draws you out like a long sharp sword cutting the flesh of your soul, inch by painful inch. The agony of the heart cries out ENOUGH! But it does not stop. The chamber master just laughs and draws back for another stroke. When the heart is so, so lonely, patience is the enemy, it makes you have rash raven thoughts, hasty actions and even so cruelly more waiting.
It seems the more time passes the more there is to wait and wait. The feeling of loneliness is overwhelming, it is like a millstone that grows everyday. Every day you must carry it further and further till you just don’t care anymore. What is life without someone, a flower without fragrance, beautiful but sorely lacking.
The soul weeps and cries out but there is none to hear. I writhe in the agony of loneliness, at times it seems to be more than my soul can bear. I am not alone, one walks with me always, I see the others, and they cry out too even if they do not admit it to themselves their soul cries out loud and clear. I want to reach out but I am chained and cannot reach for them. Chained to another lost soul that is dammed by itself to eternal agony, how long till the chain is broken.
How long is the wait, how many more turns of the rack till time breaks you.. The loneliness is the torture masters servant, time is the chamber where you are beaten and broken, patience is the hope that one day your soul will be released. You go on day in day out, you soldier on, for the potters field is full of those that could not or would not. Till then,,…

The wait

bben1022

Joined February 2008

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