The Agony Of The Long Waiting

i understand fully well
what is this agony of waiting

i'd been there
six months, and some false alarms
there were rumors
and bad news

i waited for the good news
it did not come
what arrived was something unbearable
father hid the knife
and mother asked me to listen to her

i know the agony of waiting
i know the pain of arrivals (and departures too)

i was once there
and no amount of comfort was enough
neither balm nor herb
neither drug nor injection
no amount of psychiatric treatment did cure

yet i survive
i am still here with you
silent and strong

it is our agony
and we understand.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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