Anticipation

The seconds pass, droning in protest
inching past with deliberate sloth
as all attention is given to the silent mobile.

The once thundering waterfall,
now trickles in pitiful stream
not caring for the consequences on those dependent.

A heart was given to feel,
a heart lay unused in guilt,
a heart broke in glib torpor
as she battled her demons and fears.

She'll never understand the stone in his chest,
that weighs so heavy in her mind
as she frantically searches for answers
to questions that will haunt her through her life.