IRETI III

Ireti,

This silence is scary,
Like a masked spirit,
It infuses fear in me.

I've counted one through four,
Numbering the days as they go by,
And you're yet to come thru this door.

The nights are lonely,
The days ireti, are like widows,
And the morning mourns daily.

My eyes die of starvation,
My ears weary with numbness,
Each longs for your attention.

I'm just trying to bale the water,
While it remains at ankle level.
I fear, it might become a river.

Ireti, break the wall!
Jump bail!
Hear my heart's call.