The Wait.

Foreign pain numbs me.
The answer that has eluded me for eons
I have been free for some time
Yet now you return to plague me
Tell me where to look
Show me where to turn
My body contorted in wretched pain
Emotional ache leaves me
Physicality a reminder
The vertigo blackens me
Dimming the light of my thoughts
Lay me down into my shallow bed
The stone that chills my bones through
I close my eyes in disbelief
How you taunt me
Take from me my able body
Replacing me with feeble limbs
I ache to be filled with putrid anger
For the wolves to eat my abhorrent self
From the insides out
For the all consuming rage that swirls
in the very pits of my being
to fuel my hatred and keep me vengeful
Yet… I am humble
I cannot be displeasured
Nor will I allow my dander
To contaminate that which keeps me sane.
Merely a lost soul
In an unforgiving embrace
Without understanding or cause
I will wait with humility
And will spur forth
With but a book to guide me
A hand to lead me
And a heart to love me
All that I wish for myself…
Tis mine to grant

Author: Moonsomnia

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