Awaiting
A poem
At any cost, my wait never ends,
As inebriation, hopes alive,
Multiple doubts to my success and comedowns
Multiple decisions to my personality clashes
Many summaries to my existence and dignity
As I’ve listened to a lot of criticism in this regard,
Look at my pale face, It has become colorless
Swollen eyes are telling the fatigue of my struggles,
This is a fact that I don’t have the courage now,
But this hope still remains, provokes me to gain,
And I ask myself a thousand times,
how do I get the tranquillity in this powerless life?
Is there any last episode of agonizing pain?
Or there’re seasons of this series?
At every moment, every stage, my confidence bobs,
This is the exam of my patience or Am I dying in awaits?
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