waiting.

sleep evades.

the hours droll on. 

I wait and I wait and I wait. 

for what?

time? 

people? 

my muse? 

i may wait for time— 

but time waits for no man. 

waiting for people? 

Yeah— 

my people, my friends, 

               — they’re now all gone. 

and muse? 

who is she? 

tick tock. tick tock. tick tock. 

3am.    4am.      5am 

still i wait and i wait and i wait. 

                                               — meg brister