Fighting, Waiting Poem by Ena Di Rocco

Dark night,
A wolf’s howling.
Full moon silver like a knight,
And I was drowning,

Hoping and believing,
That someone will save me.
No one needs to be grieving,
When I’ll be saved by somebody.

Fighting against the black,
Fighting for my life.
Waiting for the day to crack,
Waiting for the saving dive.

Still hoping,
When will my life end.
I need to be coping,
Is this how my life was meant?

Alone and cold,
My life is being bent and mold.