One day I will forget her, <br />In my head for many a long year, <br />Just when I have a bright idea, <br />Of how to get out of here. <br /> <br />You have no idea what it is like, <br />Surrounded by a circle, <br />For half a century, <br />With one thought dominating your mind. <br /> <br />The seconds tick or should I say the centuries, <br />By and by with the brevity of watched kettle, <br />Anticipation of Lucid precipatation, <br />Cheers the slaked earth's unforgiving sneer.... <br /> <br />My only other incoming influence is at night, <br />When I lay and dissolve into sand, <br />Seeping into other realms which, <br />I'm mapping with alarming precision. <br /> <br />So one mistake can cost the earth, <br />As it turned out, nether alarm, <br />Nor arm can be released, <br />Until her love has been relinquished. <br /> <br />Pity pitter patter, <br />Here comes the release of rain, <br />A storm maybe, thunder with any luck, <br />Captured heart, waiting in the dark....<br /><br />Anthony Dover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/patience-12/
