The Wait



Awaiting with such hesitation

Confused and lacking clarity

Searching for identity.

I sit.

My mind, it sprints.

Considering confounding conclusions

Digging deeper destructive delusions

Slipping from my sense of self

Howling, hapless, for help.

Hoping for release,

eventually, I press delete.

And let the desperation swallow me.

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