Waiting

When you're waiting for news,
And you know that it's bad,
Just not to what extent you should feel fear,
Or preemptively sad,

The world you're in becomes surreally false,
Though you ain't letting go,
Living within the fake security,
For as long as you can, before you know,

Then you are thrust into reality,
Ne'er to return again,
Longing for the days when you could deny,
With vigorous elan.

But until then,
Ignorance is true bliss,
'Til you can later state with confidence,
In your despair, "I never asked for this."