I am waiting, eternity upon eternity,
For signs of your remorse.
It has to dawn on you eventually,
Because we are all expanding in our empathy.
For signs of your remorse
I grow impatient, and hate-filled.
Because we are all expanding in our empathy,
I cut you some slack, turning again to compassion.
I grow impatient, and hate-filled.
I am waiting, eternity upon eternity,
I cut you some slack, turning again to compassion.
It has to dawn on you eventually.
The use of repetition in this poem really emphasizes the frustration of waiting for something that probably won’t ever come.