Longing for something else
What you’ve been waiting fumbles, it’s unprepared
Still on standby standing far off
Cords and cables wrapped, ineffective patterns
Inside, strength is dying out
Sunset without any beauty to be seen
Emptiness and emotions lie swearing oceans are dry
Shovel or pen? Bury it write it out, hit send? Twirl or let go? Maybe turn around as words fail this hyped tale isn’t pretty anymore.
They like erasable ink to play
Place your hopes on paper but they may be scrubbed away
Guess it’s better than promises then retraction
Still neither one is where you want to be, clothed in dissatisfaction
Prayer after prayer, God please take me from this
According to your will, will you take me away from here as well
Eyes wonder elsewhere, sighs multiply
Trying not to grumble, as the fire dies
Gotta stay bright and positive for everyone so hide the dirty dishes
Guess it’ll be shovel after all.
Scrubbing, heart walls. Don’t miss any stains of uncertainty please cleanse it all. Can’t keep burying feelings in the back yard. Ignoring all the mounds is too hard. Back to shovel or pen. Another pressure release, hit send.