patience is a word
wishing for another
but it’s the only word I seem to want
when smoke of hope burns down my throat
trailing patience, maps and scopes
to find my heart and tell it
Patience through my veins keeps burning
Tells the restless heart, keep yearning
logic through the embers turning grey.
Now through my chest
I must suppress
the aching plagued relentlessness
That is patience, patience
let me slip away.
Created: Jan 22, 2012ThinkingEllie Document Media