June 17, 2022
Where is this going?
Sat in threaded stills of joyed fear
Patience heightened to point of overflowed froth
Dressed to kill in threads of doubt
Where will this go?
Still it is, still in look and stance
The wait comes to sustained end
Will that time pop, that past pained dust
Where can this go?
Beiged walls and spotted curtains don’t calm the bodies rampant thought
Nurses potter and check
Doctors ask to go forth in battle
The wait is more painful
The pain of stillness is worse
Stillness is the sordid bringer of fear
But no more for now
Where will I be?