Waiting
Planting apprehension-filled seeds into the soil-filled Hypothalamus
It causes trees of anxiety-covered birch to cultivate in the fertile land of the psyche.
The concentrated sting of waiting for it all to come crashing down
Burns with a blistering intensity that boasts of no comparison.
By effecting a squeamish and severe sentiment of curiosity
The act of waiting possesses a tremendous consequence
That transcends the straightforward impact of right-away
It is perplexing to ponder the frightening possibilities
The passing of time peculiarly produce numerous weeds and even several roses
Humorously, it is thrilling enough to continue to water ..
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