Useless
Nothing to do
But think and think and think
And wait
But for an easy end,
For peace
But underscored
With prayers for acceptance,
For strength,
For courage,
I lack all of them
Nothing to say
But write and write and write
And wait
Comes from waiting
For death
For a storm
For a life
For healing
I have done them all
I grow weary of waiting
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