Poem: Waiting

Minding is running that it is almost wasting.

Time is ticking, and yet I still feel nothing.

My heart is beating fast that my chest can barely contain it.

Why must I not breathe?

I need answers to questions that I am too afraid to ask.

My life is hanging by while I am waiting for my future.

When will this disease start to heal?

Is this a lifetime ailment, or will a shot heal the pain?

I need to know, but deep down I know what it will say.

The truth is always in the eyes, but the vision is never clear as day.

I want to cry, but then my tears will lie.

One day I will be okay, until then I will just have to wait.