In A Waiting Game Poem by Zen Zest

sitting on an empty bench,
thinking nothing and nothing else comes out.
wondering what life could bring on the empty mind.
how can the world be this cruel?
so you think and at the end of the day nothing comes up.
you have played the game and you lose.
the next day you continued and once again you lose.
you ask yourself, will it like this be forever?
playing the games set by the world,
playing along while waiting along.
how can the world be cruel!
and so you are in a waiting game...