The unbearable waiting…

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No recognisable thoughts are in his mind these days
Only sorrow for the loss, he feels so achingly sad
He had never lived alone before, it wasn’t for him, normal
His life at this time was the unhappiest he’d had.

He’d watched as she crumbled and the weight brought him sorrow
He was crushed by the heartache that accompanies such loss
He had not faired too well by himself to be quite honest
Now he sits by the grave that slowly covers with moss.

And all that he waits for is for one day to join her
The unbearable wait overwhelms him so much
Only the end when it comes can now please him
For he so hopes to find her for their hearts to retouch.

He’d loved her for all of the time he remembered
Theirs was such love that one never defines
Now he sits so lonely and awaits his dark angel
To carry him back home to the love he so pines.

©Joe Wilson – The unbearable waiting…2016

4 thoughts on “The unbearable waiting…

  1. Profound. I know of such a wait. This waiting is unbearable. It hurts so much and burns deep inside. Only looses senses of this world will relief the pain…when one is united again with whom he is waiting for in the other end of the shore. One thing I want to share with you, if you allow me; you are not alone.

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