I Wait >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

endless threads on my palm
searching for inconsistency;
beyond my eyes could feel
patterns that need a look
I see pain my wearing skin
would like to see red drain
but fabric stop; stand still
dust are falling, silence gain

I can't close my fingers tied
my eyes waiting and open wide
clouds painting my day scene
darkness cradles endless dream
patience keep my thoughts going
beautiful hearts voices sing
I listen with my soul in chain
who am I to be; without you