in the well i face the silence
spiral down into its depth
while the quiet can unnerve me
i banish doubts that may have crept
patience is not my best companion
my restless mind prodding on
racehorses ready to start running
i feel the waiting’s far too long
there is not fear in this quiet
just absence of what i want to be
a yearning to keep my interest
a desire for, only me
4.20.17
