Waiting for Inspiration
Rohia Chaudhary
Sun through the trees,
Onto weary skin
Born
From a dream.
Where no
Madness
Illness
Sadness
Lie in wait.
But even the trees watch for Death.
Soon a finale
Of a life filled
With breath—
Awaiting all,
Denying all,
Providing all,
With the
Freedom
Never given.