June 15, 2010
By proengy BRONZE, Seattle, Washington
proengy BRONZE, Seattle, Washington
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Let patience take a hold of your hand
Splintered with sparkling dew
Moist clammy skin
With those bulging veins in-bedded between the palm

See if you can stay calm
As you shake with anxiety
The world appearing clear
Too calm as you listen to stillness

The repetition of a thin creak or a motors vibrations
You wonder where they are
Question where you are
A feeling of desperation

In which you don't belong
With discomfort you swallow the silence
Having nothing to do but wait
and close your eyes to the livelier worlds afar

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