The Wait.

For many months we wait and fret, but nothing seems to happen yet.
More time goes by our pleads unheard, still no-one says a single word.
A simple reassurance to end this tease, is that too much to ask for please.
It seems unfair, it seems absurd, just end this slumber from which we can't be stirred.

No action, gesture, or wish to aid, instead we're left ignored, afraid.
It seems the wait will never end, left trapped in pitch, alone & penned.
Where is the Knight, the Hero true, to cut through this morass and start anew.
In despair we cry and scream in pain, but nothing happens once again.