poo a tree or pure gibberish?

a hostage who will drive…a concession without compromise
poet without words…a prophet without religion
a moment in time that extends itself without promise
consumed by unspeakable passions
obliged to feelings unjustly suited by words
love and hate
a pandering paradox
distracted by the echoes of mistakes once lived
and still waiting to be learned
waiting waiting
waiting for something worth waiting for