For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Waiting for (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: “Waiting for the Weekend,” “Waiting for People to Recognise My Genius,” and/or “Waiting for the New Star Wars Movie.”
WAITING FOR FREEDOM
by John Yeo
The time drags by so slowly, as seconds become minutes.
Minutes become hours, and hours become long days.
Days stretch out into weeks that double into a fortnight.
The fortnight is soon dragging along becoming a month.
Three months is a quarter, six months is halfway through
The first long year. Waiting for the magical day to arrive.
Morning breaks with the first light of dawn, then keys rattle.
A face peers in through the grill, when the door is unlocked.
Breakfast of porridge and bread is arrayed on a metal tray
The first highlight of another long prison day has arrived.
Lunch, then exercise, tea, then a late dinner before bed.
Time drags. Oh so slowly as the seconds become years.
Mind numbing hours of inactivity, stretch time to infinity.
Time is a degrading entity that seems to linger on
Pent up frustration comes to the fore with hopelessness
The imagination brings an immaterial rich hallucination
With the freedom to be gained with the release date near
Waiting for the day when I can walk away free from here.
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