Tension

A string pulled taut,

A bow in hand,

The arrow waits,

Prepared to land.

The air grows thick,

Earth holds her breath,

Waiting for a break—

Or perhaps, for death.

The tension hums,

A whisper screams,

A shadow lingers,

In haunted dreams.

What lies ahead?

Relief or dread?

The answer teeters

In empty stead.

Yet here we stay,

No bow released.

The moment stalls—

No end, no peace.

The lesson lingers,

The truth takes hold:

Life seldom grants

An ending told.

And as you wait,

For what should be—

resolution escapes,

Leaving only…