Waiting
Feeling like wet sand, dripping
Spellbound in my thoughts, tripping
Sense of loss, stripped, ever gripping
Vanished focus, outside energy, seeping
Wondering, altered states, reaping
What new direction follows, peeking
Shallow anguish, relentless stealing
Skin crawls with torment, grieving
Reaching out for a savior, screaming
Purpose calls out, for it’s meaning
Time is no more, a new era, gleaming
Resolve brings forth subtle dreaming
-M. Jacobs
-M. Jacobs
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