I hang on your words,

like a condemned man,

waiting, waiting, waiting;

the hour glass ticking,

moods pensive and tense.

To and fro, fro and to…

Cadaver pendulum swinging,

this way and that,

that way and this…

Tides ebb and flow,

moons wax and wane,

days come, weeks go.

Still waiting, waiting…

ever waiting, for

just one word,

from,

you.

 

© Condemned 22/08/2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Two hangman’s nooses and gallows behind the courthouse in Tombstone, Arizona (tombstone14xy) (Photo credit: mlhradio)