Waiting

I sit waiting
For my people to come.
Hundreds of passers-by
And not a single footprint
On the sands of my memory.

I sit waiting
For my eyes to see.
Thousands of images I’ve watched
But none could I view
When I close my eyes.

I sit waiting
For my mind to feel.
Millions of laughs, talks and cries,
But through it all
My heart and mind were sound asleep.

I sit waiting
For my life to happen.
Billions of feelings, of sadness and glee,
And a lonely promise
Of a god still remembering me.