Waiting (1)

A dull weight in your breast

and tired, stiffened legs

Keeping still as if that could bring what

you're waiting for

 

Is waiting becoming an emotion?
A skilled and restrained devotion

that crawls up your skin and into

every thought you think

 

It heightens the angle of notion

and strangles all the motion

What's good is good

What's bad is bad

and slowly you will sink into your waiting

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