If he should ever wonder where his patience has gone it has been drained drained within the funnel of his human patience for himself unending though often fading into the darkness of his tired form the funnel of his human how could he ever wonder where his patience has gone when he knows he would destroy himself without self understanding and therefore it is drained within the funnel of his human amidst the darkness of his form in order to save himself from his own condemnation sparing always the life within him unending though too often fading
“Patience”
01 Friday Feb 2013
Posted in POETRY
patience can be a bastard too.
It certainly can, I struggle with it all the time.
Very well done. Love that you can feel the strain in this.
Thanks so much!
Well done again, Sage.
Thank you.. again ;)
Hmmm…..I’m very impatient with myself…..superficially…I guess I must be very patient with myself or else I’d be kicking myself every few minutes or so??
lol perhaps, as a hot blooded Sicilian, patience can be hard sometimes for me to come by ;)