Healing Waiting Essay, Research Paper

Hark!

Who are you that crashes my night?

That rank and irksome animal that torments me?

With whom shall I confide your darkness,

That reflection of you that mirrors me?

Behold,

I am straining to stay.

Needles finely sharpened,

Pierce.

You are that prickling one that haunts me.

Give me way!

I am but Human.

And thou art but those imaginings greatly tuned.

How must I be?

Let me see not you, myself.

Behold,

I am but a man,

Straining to stay.