How’s it going, readers?
Well, once again, it’s Sunday and time for another “Poem of the Week.” Before we begin, however, I need your feedback on something. To put it simply, do you know how I usually include an introduction on what a particular poem of mine is about and how for the past couple of poems, I’ve neglected to add such a thing to them? Well, here’s what I’d like you folks to tell me: Are you perfectly fine with me leaving such intros out of my poetry posts, or do you instead feel that doing so would be an impersonal gesture on my part and as such don’t mind me having an intro for each of my poems? Either way, please let me know in the comments section below, and I’ll be sure to keep your suggestions in mind from here on out. Thanks.
In the meantime, today’s poem is hereby dedicated to anyone who hates—and I mean hates—waiting for things to happen, be they seemingly simple things like finding out the results of a competition you’d entered in hopes of winning a huge cash prize or more personal life-altering events such as the birth of one’s first child or even attaining one’s dream career. Without further ado, here’s my aptly enough-named composition Waiting. Please enjoy!
January 14, 2013
It’s no fun waiting for something big to happen in your life,
Especially when you’ve done all you can do at your end of the deal,
For when that happens, the anticipation can create plenty of strife,
And when that which you want doesn’t happen, it takes so long to heal
From the constant barrage of “whys” and “what ifs” and certainly “what the hells,”
And wallowing in self-pity and -loathing becomes all too easy to do.
Thankfully, though, there’ve been times when things for others have turned out well
And the subject in question can breathe easily after all they’ve been through.
It’s all that damn waiting, however, that truly gets under the skin—
That runs one through the wringer before it all comes to an end,
And trust me when I say that it’s no fun being on needles and pins,
For whether the outcome be Heaven or Hell, the ride’s all the same, my friend.
There’s been plenty of times in my own life when I’ve dreaded the outcome of things—
Where, as Alphaville’d say. I hoped for the best but expected the worst—
And time and again, I’ve fallen short of hearing angels sing
That I still ask myself as to how my life ended up being so cursed.
I won’t go any deeper, though, into that whole ball of wax,
For fear that I’d soon succumb to feeling sorry for myself,
So I’ll just say that I, too, know how hard it is to relax
When you find yourself preoccupied by one thing above all else.
Don’t even get me started, however, on when things don’t turn out right,
For I can go on forever about the anger, the anguish, and the dread
That spawns from the uncertainty that soon haunts one day and night,
I sure know myself that I’m sick of hearing “Why me?” floating ‘round in my head.
Unfortunately, luck doesn’t smile on all who deserve a break,
And ill fortune can especially be a pain to those who need one the most.
Therefore, I write these words, which I hereby dedicate
To those who, when it comes to benediction, just can’t boast.
Keep hanging on, for soon you’ll surely get your just desserts.
Easier said than done, I’ll admit, for waiting can be a pain,
And though the apprehension can drive you so mad that it hurts,
Keep up the fight, and eventually, you’ll have much to gain.
Well, that’s all I have for this week. Thank you all once again for reading, and hey, if you like what I have to offer and haven’t subscribed yet via your WordPress account or email address, feel free to do so. Also feel free to share my work with your friends and family on Facebook, Press This, Twitter, Pinterest, Reddit, and so forth, and as always, be sure to visit my author pages at Smashwords.com, Amazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk for a list of my current publications—particularly Smashwords.com, where my 25% off sale for January is still going on and will continue doing so until the 31st of this month. Until next time, then, readers, thanks again as always for stopping by, and happy reading!
Dustin M. Weber