Patience Poem by Anthony Dover

One day I will forget her,
In my head for many a long year,
Just when I have a bright idea,
Of how to get out of here.

You have no idea what it is like,
Surrounded by a circle,
For half a century,
With one thought dominating your mind.

The seconds tick or should I say the centuries,
By and by with the brevity of watched kettle,
Anticipation of Lucid precipatation,
Cheers the slaked earth's unforgiving sneer....

My only other incoming influence is at night,
When I lay and dissolve into sand,
Seeping into other realms which,
I'm mapping with alarming precision.

So one mistake can cost the earth,
As it turned out, nether alarm,
Nor arm can be released,
Until her love has been relinquished.

Pity pitter patter,
Here comes the release of rain,
A storm maybe, thunder with any luck,
Captured heart, waiting in the dark....