Monday, April 10, 2017

Song of Waiting

fingers tap
in a rhythmic pattern
hearing the silent
sweet melody

a foot bounces
up, down, up, down
drumming along

the music pounds and beats
long dark locks
sway and snap, left and right
obsidian dances
in wild, fluid movements

as the tapping continues
time passes
fast quick speedily
slow sluggish

anxiousness slowly creeps
munches and sinks
into the stomach

an ache forms
eating away the peace
serenity
any and all 
soothing thoughts

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