Wait

Impercise measure of time,
For in the time that you've been mine,
For any of your affection I've had to grind.

Never in the past could you be there,
Whenever I needed you, you were nowhere,
Alone in the madness my life hangs by it's last hair,

When I speak you do not hear,
Even when to you, I am near,
And by this time I've naught left to me but fear.

That in all this time I've longed,
In this darkness to which I've been forced to belong,
My heart may have been utterly wrong,

Thus I could not count on thee,
To sever the roots of this evil tree,
In the end that task fell to me,

For your attention and your affection,
For you love and your protection,
I'm still waiting.

Author notes

This is about about my relasionship with my mother, which has never been very pleasent. I wrote it fairly fast and as the thoughts came to me, so if parts make only little sence that is why. My mother failed me as a child, she was never there to protect me when I needed her, this is the result.