Anna Vera’s Poems

I thought I was winning
I thought I could wait -
Holding the doors
Of the rickety gate,
While the enemy thundered
And heaved at the stakes
I always just wondered
How long it would take.

And you said you would come
Just as soon as you could,
That the moment should be
When the moment was good.

Well the moment has passed
And its passing today,
I’m not gonna last.
Not another two days.

So this is my ending
It hurts me to say.
I’m tired of pretending
That I’ll be okay.

I’d rather start over.
I’d rather start clean
Far from the droves of
Unending machines.

How can I live
If I stay or I go.
What I would give,
For a life I could hold.

Five years of torture,
The more good I do.
This isn’t living.
This shouldn’t be true.

No more “tomorrow.”
No more “two days.”
Damn it I’m dying here.
All I can say.

- Written by Anna V. Williams in March 2008
Probably the 15th

Where is the cavalry
I’m all alone
Standing at ramparts
Of crumbling stone.

And my back wants to break,
My head wants to scream.
Let me awake
From this maddening dream.

The ramparts are shaking
The bricks want to fall
My spirit is breaking
I can’t hold them all …

Please don’t forsake me,
Please come and fight.
Please come and wake me
Deep in the night.

Tell me its over,
Sing me a song.
Its time to come home now,
It’s been much too long…

- Written by Anna Vera Williams at Age 33