Huddled in emptyness,
neither here
nor there,
but everywhere
gazing on existance, with longing
and contempt.
Be there no hope for a hunched o'er crone?
Be there no hero, to spirit her away?
with a sigh of deject
she shifts her feet
and waits another millenia
and another...
and another...
and another untill...
she wonders again.
2005 Adam Zank
Adam Zank
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-locked-away/
