Wait

by David Andrés Alíx

When told to be patient

What kind of waiting 

Do you expect?

Will what you do

Now have an effect? 

The one I refer to 

Requires millenia 

Of wait

Thousands of years 

Without my eyes to 

See

Without my mouth to

Speak 

For not to look upon you

Is blindness 

And not to speak with you 

Is being mute 

A million years 

Should seem but

A whisper 

Once my sensories 

Are regained 

 

 

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