The Wait Must End

The same hope with each waking morning
The same desire for the dream to be a reality
With every penny in the fountain, every shooting star
Its always the same wish
With each breath, blink, and heartbeat is a comfort,
A comfort in knowing that its one more closer to his demise
Each prayer and every longing all with the same content
That maybe today is the day
Maybe today the fates will cut his cords and burn the left over strings
Maybe now will be the moment when he is at last sent to his next life,
To his own eternal future of wallowing in self pitty and sorrow
Hopefully soon comes that time
The waiting is unjust and destructive
Maybe now the dream will come true,
And his lungs will shrivle to nothing
And he, too, will be such.

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