How many more left to go?
To put those pieces of fear onto my palm,
With my head tilt back,slaping it in through,
And chasing it down with water.
Just how long will the wait end meet?
The wait is slow,long... ,But
Hoping they'd get me right;that they'd forgive me.
And know me:Though_
I was weak,
I kept on with the fight,
And I won the battle only in my breathless;
Because I did not with give up while breathing .
(wait: peace)
©enung.
E