Like Von Ryan running for the train, <br />I wait for the shot, but hear no sound. <br />Am I drowning, or can't see the truth? <br />Once again, am I selling myself lies? <br /> <br />It never leaves my mind, swirling, <br />claustrophobic, my thinking shouds the reality <br />of a racing heart, unable to to give blood. <br />Another melodrama? Or has the insanity <br /> crippled my failed spirit? <br /> <br />Can I take the action or am I just talking? <br />My women, what will happen? <br />But why should I care? <br />I dance on nails, and never sleep. <br />My children will never know, and worry of songs. <br />Is this a way for me to go? <br />Or has insanity turned dauntingly real?<br /><br />Will Coker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-20/
