growing tired
there is nothing but voluminous silence.
loud and hollow.
hollow and loud.
stark reality
abrupt and cold
wanton desire swept up in a heap
to be dealt with at more convenient time.
wishes caught up in a net
of regret where no one can shake them free.
the virtue of patience calling out
from behind the reverie of fear
asking for itself to be known.
Achilles Heel strapped and bandaged
limping through a labyrinth
searching for a way to find what i’ve been
praying for all along.
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