Questions?
I need answers.
Will they ever come?
Is it all in vain?
I grow weary.
The knees are weak.
I am told to wait.
I examine me.
I fall short.
I need you.
Alone I am nothing.
You make sense to me in a sensless world.
Vonda Overlie
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-85/
