waiting

life seemed a waiting game

wandering from one spot to the other

hoping to strike sparks somewhere

rounds of parties smoke & booze

when all I wanted was an easy berth

a place I could close the doors

curtains turn off the tv the world

sit with pens paper try to sort

the words in my head from reality

pouring out pain in purple prose

hoping to find the path again

to a planet I could live in just be

now from this lofty place on the hill

nobody tells me who I am anymore

wants to knock off the rough edges

polish the mighty diamond in the rough

& I’d be the real fool if I thought

the chafing of others shoulders elbows

traps & games of the mind were done

maybe now I am too desensitized

too wrapped up in me to allow others

finish this project only I can become

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