Waiting for Parole
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Poetry
Waiting for parole is like remand all o'er again
When starting on my 'things-to-do', my mind leaps back to 'when!?'
All-consuming niggling thoughts contort me out of shape
Swarms of bees inside my head frantic for an escape
Years and years I've counted down now focused on just days
Yet I can't shake the fear and dread that l'Il be here always
Most go home, or so they say, I know this to be true
How different the feeling is when that someone is you
My heart it won't stop pounding, can barely sleep or function
Waiting, waiting, waiting, for that critical injunction
Anxiety is at a peak, struggling to relax
Is there a chance that they forget, will I slip through the cracks?
"Patience is a virtue, possess it if you can"
I've been patient for some time now please give me a plan
Future in the hands of strangers, nothing I can do
Praying for some good news to begin my life anew
Imagining a fresh start with happiness and love
But still there's no decision, no direction from above
How long will I be hovering in this state of flux?
Put me out my misery, this feeling truly sucks
How about my family, for they've done nothing wrong
They just want their boy back, 'cause it's been far too long
In days to come this stress and woe, I hope, will fade to dust
'Til then l'Il dream of being free, and finally home at last
Waiting for parole is like remand all o'er again
When starting on my 'things-to-do', my mind leaps back to 'when!?'
All-consuming niggling thoughts contort me out of shape
Swarms of bees inside my head frantic for an escape
Years and years I've counted down now focused on just days
Yet I can't shake the fear and dread that l'Il be here always
Most go home, or so they say, I know this to be true
How different the feeling is when that someone is you
My heart it won't stop pounding, can barely sleep or function
Waiting, waiting, waiting, for that critical injunction
Anxiety is at a peak, struggling to relax
Is there a chance that they forget, will I slip through the cracks?
"Patience is a virtue, possess it if you can"
I've been patient for some time now please give me a plan
Future in the hands of strangers, nothing I can do
Praying for some good news to begin my life anew
Imagining a fresh start with happiness and love
But still there's no decision, no direction from above
How long will I be hovering in this state of flux?
Put me out my misery, this feeling truly sucks
How about my family, for they've done nothing wrong
They just want their boy back, 'cause it's been far too long
In days to come this stress and woe, I hope, will fade to dust
'Til then l'Il dream of being free, and finally home at last
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