Waiting Poem by Marcus French

Seconds, minutes, hours, days,
Ignoring life as I carry on in my prideful ways
I pace around in this steel box of negativity
Cramped and limited
Having psychological wars with myself
making myself my worst enemy

Days, Nights, Months
Thinking to myself what’s the purpose of my life,
Thinking why does failure appear when all my actions seem right
Beginning to grow weary of searching for the sun during the night
While wrestling my fear of defeat which tempts to smother my might

Months, Years
Of holding this all in
Of acting as if I'm all good when I know I was born of sin
So now I begin... to sit and wait
and rely on faith
to break down these steel walls
and bring some positive light into this negative place
Then witness the arrival of the dreams that I use to chase