Waiting Poem by Shyanne Morreau

the dead silence of the night
hopeing it will be alright
the stillness of the room
it all ended too soon
and we sit waiting for a week to go by
to hear the news to see the sighns
are we ready probably not
i went against everything i was taught
im sorry mother and father for what i did
i knew in my heart that it was a sin
but the devil won and i couldnt resist
i should have just slit my wrists
and my friends are here for me
they support me through and through
and he first wanted to leave what will he do?
so i sit here waiting for a week to go by
before i scream before i cry
am i ready, no i am not
how funny that motherhood is all i was taught
i dont have the guts i dont have the strength
im filled up with so much hate
i dont want to be a bad influence on this kid
i dont want to teach it to sin
cause that was all that they ever taught me
can i stand tall with a smile for a while
can i see through lifes fire
we sit here waiting for a week to go by
waiting to determine our life