Awaiting The Gates Knowledge Poem by David Lacey

Awaiting the gates of knowledge
To be thrown upon we learn patience
To be the greatest virtue of all.

Awaiting the throne of your Queen
To be empty you find yourself wishing
Away the clouds only to find you
Miss them when their gone.

Always to know that it won’t last long the happiness I’m feeling as it comes in leaps and bounds.

I lie silent in slumbersome tones, praying for home,
Praying for the day to be re born with all the grace,
With all the perfection of the last.

Awaiting tides of laughter to roam
Free from the pit of foaming insanities.
It’s hard to find the words, so hard to
Scream profanities when all you do is go unheard.