Oh, Universe, Give Me a Sign

Prose Poetry

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I’m waiting on prayers to lead me home — but Fate never had a kindness toward me, did she?

I’m waiting on the universe to bring me some answers — but the busy signal lingers every time I try to make a call.

I’m waiting on everyone to tell me it’s okay — but people are too busy with their own self-destruction to see me drowning on the far end of the pool.

I’m waiting on truth to reveal itself — but liars keep winning every single time.

I’m waiting on the bliss of a moment — but instead time drags forward listlessly, like a zombie crawling on the ground with its limbs chopped off.

I’m waiting on my mother to send me some hope — but I guess she’s too busy talking to angels to see how I’m struggling in the land of the living.

I’m waiting on my father to be someone I need — but that ship sailed long ago and we landed on different lifeboats anyway.

I’m waiting on love to find a way — but it seems useless when you remain a loveless force in a world where companionship is dying.

I’m waiting on the wisp of a dream, something to soothe me while I sleep — but instead I find myself wallowing in memories I’ll never be able to go back and change.