Waiting For A Change. By: Rosemarie (Writer/Poet)

Waiting for A Change. A Change in Behavior, A Change for What is for What would Soon Be. If I had Known Years before that This Dejavu of A Time and of A Place for Which I Now Stand that This is Where My Feet would Now Cement Themselves, I Would have Hailed Taxi's of An Alien Kind to get Me long past Out of Here. A Life Where My Accomplishments are Ignored, My Sensitivity is Desensitized. A Conditional Love that Only God Himself could Cope With. With My Hatred Now on The Rise. A Hatred that can Climb The Steps of The Empire State Building. Where Time Here has not An End nor A Beginning To It. She Knows that It is Only in The Arms of A God Whom She is Sure Holds No Existence Here that She waits for An Answer That will not Come too Soon. In This Mindfield A Death Trap Awaits? Where InJustices Persist On in The Families of The Children Who go Missing And The Killers Who go Unfound. Only To Hijack Their Next Victim. In This Place where Innocence Lyes Dormant in The Eyes of A Child. And Mediocracy is Awoken in The Eyes of The Adult.