For him

With bated breath
I wait
unassuming
listening to the weak heartbeat
of tomorrow
I wait
wondering
my strength waning
from the fight behind
poised
for the fight ahead
and I truly dream
to see an end
to my inner conflict
the brazen torch of uncertainty
eating away at my sanity
bleeding into my soul
until I can't tell
the voices
inside
or outside
I am broken
yet forced together
wanting to scream
with no voice
I wait
for the whisper
of tomorrow....
for you