Waiting For Your Directions Poem by Rahman Henry

A moment
will come
to float away
towards
dim light

And
gladly
I will;


The spring of joy
surrounding me
the poison
only the poison is
then

I'll hold
the goblet of poison
in hand

And
will wait for
your directions

You will just
bow your head

Then
and only then
freedom will regain
Its meaning in real.