Tenterhooks
Aug 16, 2021
In disquiet and excruciating pain,
I lie waiting, awaiting in vain.
Time ticks, on the clock goes its way,
In silent hope, telling its sorry tale.
Walking on eggshells, carefully I tread.
Navigating between the fines lines of the unsaid.
Secrets, shadows, blanketed in heavy night.
Dense, abysmal, almost impossible to fight.
