Rancor Poem by Sparsh Jain

I've been waiting long.
The legs hurt, But the soul longs to stand still.

For a distant passive light,
Or maybe even a ray. But something atleast.

Warm blooded animal I am,
But cold chill I feel through my spine and veins.

My nerve is flickering,
But the inner calls would trump the question down.

The so called rational is also on the Sail,
With a gladiator's sword but no help.

Forget about the not asked question,
Would you move on?

Rancor, It's been long!