Wait

Bruised and wounded,
Heart torn to pieces,
With shattered hope and faith,

Bodies behind me,
of people I loved, cared for,
of people I hated,
of people I loved and loathed,
of people who got hurt 'cause they were there

with no light in my soul,
and clouds in my eyes

in the world without colour,
with tastes long forgotten,
remembering a touch from a distant past,
seeing a sight, too magnificent to be real, too vivid to be imaginary,
those momentary raptures of the heart, I once felt

with time without any meaning
I wait for death to come to me