Thy Endless Wait

by daenabenjen42

At some point or another, everyone was waiting for something... poem.

159. in this prison of flesh and bone

in this prison
of flesh
and bone
he waits
waits
for something
unknown

in this prison
of flesh
and bone
laying
next to a river
river of lava
he waits

in this prison
of flesh and bone
pain
has become
reality

in this prison
of flesh
and of bone
moments replay
with near perfect
clarity

in this prison
of flesh and bone
there is time
for reflection

in this prison
of flesh
and bone
burned by lava
he waits