This is an entry for a poetry contest organised by 
The first stanza and a half is of his own creation, I hope you'll enjoy how I chose to end mine.
Another day, another night
The church signboard stood
It directs people to go meet God
While they received salvation
It stood rusting in the rain
When will my day come
Another just passed
But the great wait continues
With a silence even the dead would despise
A happy wind blows by
Rattling the unsteady signboard
Oblivious to the impatience that is now my default mood
Grating on a nerve that can barely hold its own
Curses to its cheerfulness
Once again I feel the dark closing in
My eyes are shut tight
Afraid that another night will creep by
With still no messenger of goodwill to alleviate my sorrow
And as I feared, night approached and still nothing
I am beyound waiting
I will crush the mail box if I have to wait any longer
I will bury myself in sorrow
Clearly I have been rejected
Perhaps, I have been found unworthy
When will my day come
Maybe it never will
Maybe I will die from all the expectant looks on all the faces of whom I have bragged to, before it comes
Or maybe, just maybe, today will finally be the day.
