The hour ends before my take
Sitting, thinking, waiting; my mind escapes
The day grows old as night passes
Wolves crying, coyotes howling;
anticipating Watching, staring, seeing -- nothing
Silence begins the day as morning comes
without notice Tears begin to fall, slowly
The day moves on without hope
Wishing to be what is not to be
The sun moves to its peak without a whisper or retreat
Time moving, but still empty Stomach aching, curling
Still waiting