Waiting feels like suffocation
As if a phantom has their cracked hands
Around my heart that flickers
Dying to glow – to combust!
Logic whispers in my ear
I must wait, I must hold back –
I detest this purgatory!
The stone holding my emotions
Is sitting on my shaking shoulders
Shimmering in blue, crying in the dark,
I do, waiting for the truth,
But it kills my vibe, to lie around them,
I feel like my tongue has been cut
My mind is screaming yet quiet
I need to be patient, but genuinely I hate it.