Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
ANTICIPATION
I wait and wait for the time to come,
When my anger goes away.
Yet there still remains a time, of sorrow, and pain,
Which never seems to leave.
Oh how I wish I could decide,
If the time is right, to start my life again.
But I just can't seem, to bring myself to judge,
It all seems so in vain.
And yet it hurts to let it go,
It hurts so bad inside.
I wish I could, and then I don't;
It drives me quite insane.
The endless years of reminiscing,
On the things they did to me.
And all the things, I've wished on them,
Which never came to pass.
I wish they had, and then I don't,
Because I know it's wrong.
To think like them, and breath their air,
In hopes of their violent end.
But if I were to be like them, it would be to no avail,
Because after all, it's the things they've done,
That truly drives me mad;
And this thing which dwells deep within them,
Which caused me all this pain.
So it's better off forgotten,
Less it makes me just like them.