[ghost]: 200.Poetry.Waiting

Waiting, waiting
forever waiting
for life to come
and let you on.

Waiting, waiting
everybody's waiting
but, for what
they cannot tell

waiting, waiting
all of life is waiting
to die and find
your own heaven or hell

Waiting, waiting
eternity is waiting
for an end that
cannot come

So what are we waiting for?
Where does the time go?
What good is it after?
What are we living for?
If nothing has meaning,
what good are our actions?

And where do we go from here?

Stumbling blindly
through the threadbare webs
of this mortal binding
that holds us to our emptiness
growing deeper
into who we are as we
seek the answers
we've hid beneath the scars