Abeyance

Who are you 

always asking me to wait, 

to understand, to forgive?
Is it not enough that 

I have offered my world at your feet?
And tell me, 

what do I get in return?
Crumbs of time 

when you have nothing else to do?
A haphazardly written message 

when you are half-awake and couldn't sleep?
A  plea for attention 

when nobody else seem awake 

to give you an ear?
Do not ask me anymore to wait, 

please, not much longer
For I am teetering on the brink.