House-poet  💛👉

The Wait of Waiting 
I wake, I move, I breathe, I sigh, 
Another day passes by. 
No fire, no spark, no grand pursuit, 
Just endless hours, cold and mute. 

The world goes on, but I stand still, 
No passion left, no dream to fill. 
Each step I take makes a hollow sound, 
A life unfelt, not lost, not found. 

The sky is grey, the nights are long, 
I search for where I might belong. 
But love feels distant, hope is thin, 
And nothing breaks the void within. 

I wait for more, for something real, 
For any glimpse of joy to feel. 
But time slips by, a quiet thief, 
Leaving behind a deeper grief. 

Yet as I fade, I start to see— 
The life unlived is part of me. 
Perhaps it’s not that love won’t come, 
But that I’ve built my walls too strong. 

Maybe it’s me who’s shwhoe door, 
Too scared to chase, to ask for more. 
And in this silence, I now know— 
It’s fear, not fate, that keeps me low.