Waiting

Standing in the rain,
Sitting in the sunshine.
It doesn't matter where I am,
Because I'll never feel fine.

Looking out my window,
Waiting to see a sign.
Feeling like a lost and broken widow,
But it doesn't matter because I've crossed the line.

There's no hope,
No more happiness.
I am finally at the end of my rope,
My wings no longer filled with flappiness.

I am soaring in a downward spiral,
Wishing and waiting to be saved.
Dying from the infection said to be viral,
My problem in the media raved.

Sleeping all day,
Crying all night.
And all I can say,
Is I'm waiting for you to stop the fight.