Still I Wait Poem by Fate McFate

I still get back to my ordeal
It's a wound that so fresh still
Days may have numbered, but still
It leaks in my old gone turmoil.

I kept waiting at the bus stop
Hoping that one day the bus will come
Till I looked to the opposite side
Thinking that maybe it passed by.

It kept killing me in the inside; everyday
Seeing re-unions and kisses and tears of joy
Tears of joy; while I shed tears of pains
Unless I was supposed to be waiting by the shores.

In the scorching winter and freezing summers
My fury burned minute to minutes
Looking to see you in everyone to alighted
How can I have this turmoil mend?

I hate waiting for you
But still i can't stay at home and take reality.