lakes

• Sheridan Armati
• Poetry
• 2005

I was was standing there in the rain staring out at the lake.
I was waiting for something but I don’t know what.
I felt anger and hatred.
I wanted to scream. But I couldn’t.
Something was on the other side.
I want to go. But I can’t.
I have to wait, wait for something, anything.
The streets were fading.
I couldn’t see myself.
I have to come back, come back to reality.
But I can’t, I have to wait.
Something was coming.
It was an angel, a guardian.