Will This Game Ever Come to an End?
Copyright Lauri Ann Lumby
Sitting in the discomfort of unknowing.
Nervous, edgy, impatient.
Irritated and annoyed by the smallest of thing.
Unable to focus
Or to find anything to hold my interest.
Pacing the room
and the corridors in my mind.
Afraid to exhale –
Not knowing what may come
in allowing myself to breathe.
With nothing else to cling to or to occupy my restless heart,
thoughts become addled with
unfounded guilt and self-doubt.
In the midst of the unknowing
the demons come out to play.
Internal compass spinning
in the vain attempt to locate magnetic north.
Will the roulette wheel ever stop spinning?
Or are we doomed to an eternity of waiting –
always in anticipation of when
the next ax is going to fall.