Waiting Hall Poem by Anna Schmiedigen

I am like a waiting hall
I wait for my love..but
neither this night will come,
neither tomorrow, maybe never
Every time my ideas suddenly stop
i begin to boil.

Like a rustle suppressing a whole forest
Grasping blond hues
similar with lungs raised in the sun beating..


Still love is exhausted everywhere
and i hurt it in my mind,
shaking my thoughts like a cobweb in fire

see..
birds with pips smell
are picking at my heart
..my heart,
in a waiting hall