Friday, January 22, 2010

I wait

by Jim Wisneski
I wait for you.
I wait for time.
for place.
for life.
The cold walls huge me.
They hold me.
The rusted handle burns my skin.
It leaves an orange stain on my hand.
and heart.
The chipped stone smiles at me.
But I never smile back.
The aged eaten boards can't stop us -
can they?
Please come.
I leave it unlocked,
-like my soul- just push
I wait for you.


Michelle said...

ahhh, I wait - it's like a paused moment...

Maria A. Kelly said...

The sense of longing in this piece makes my heart ache. Surreal and touching. Wow.