Slack Shoulders Heavy Breath

A terrible fate waits the waiting man.

 

Slack shoulders, deep breaths droopy eyes,

This isn’t a sleepless tired.

This is the breaking point of a man in wait.

A terrible state of existence as he waits for others to judge him.

There is no guarantee of another tomorrow,

He does not know if he should be dreaming of a new dream.

Or if he should be saying goodbye to all that he loves.

So many questions fill his head, so many worries weigh his heart.

Only thoughts of could have, should have, would have cross his mind.

His shoulders slack and his breath is heavy.