Close my eyes
And see hers, into which I’m falling
Clasped hands pulse with hope
Fervently watching the phone for answers
No! for THE answer
The clock hand’s every tick, Like a pulled trigger’s click
Heart pounding with every tassle laden arterial flick
Muscles tense
Nerves on the verge, tendons revving to dance
The Wait isn’t fun
Like staring at the black hole sun, being all alone after school, forgotten to be picked up
Solitude among a hundred chairs in a sultry classroom devoid of life
Drawing lines through the dust on the window, while ominous winds howl outside
Not knowing when or where or if that three letter word will come
Anxiety wraps a wall around my senses, crouched in silent hysteria
There is more here, beyond us, come whatever may
Avalanche into the abyss of depression, or elevator to happiness and Her
Waiting Waiting Waiting……..
Libertad 
Very nice. 🙂
MACHAN! Lovely! I love the line “The clock hand’s every tick, Like a pulled trigger’s click”. Brilliant stuff man!
Also, sorry for not commenting on any of the recent posts. Was really busy with exams and what not?
Cheers!
‘Anxiety wraps a wall around my senses, crouched in silent hysteria’
beautiful