Wishful & Waiting
Dark thoughts rollicked in my mind –
ones that created such havoc inside.
They kept me moaning and awakening –
murmuring all throughout the night.
Quiet! I would cry; shutting my eyes
but to no avail, since dark thoughts
do as they please and never compromise.
The next morning, the sky was clear,
but the murkiness within hadn’t disappeared.
Taking a breath so deep, it reached
down into my very being and took grasp
of the misery, the dankness, and the duress.
I exhaled with all my might and watched
as those portentous thoughts spilled out.
Nowhere to go, they floated to the sky
where they stare like ominous specters –
wishful and waiting to come back inside.