Waiting

By John Tidwell



Perched on my bunk my mind’s eye searches my soul

The depressions have sunk deeper and deeper don

Where there’s not one other living soul.

If my lucidity is to be easily found

Can one hope what’s left of my life to do?

That this nightmare was only a peril less dream.

There’s only truth other people have never a clue.

Friends and Family await at Heaven’s gate.

Its true for all beings not a soul to escape.

My turn will come as I sit and mentally wait

Praying my mental soul was in better shape.