the tell-toll patience
it’s deafening silence
sends prickly heat
through the shaft of my spine;
those nights of confusion
and indigo questions
throb through my skull at
inopportune times.

i want the consumption
the raw devastation
that patience and virtue
must leave behind;
so travel me further
past bottle-green grottoes
and quench the frustrations of
decisions untimed.


© Eliza Alys Young

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Eliza Alys Young, aka CreativEliza, is a free spirit, world traveler, creative expert, and part of multicultural family… Eliza shares her time between the US, Dominican Republic and beyond. When she is not caring for her high-energy kids, writing her poetry or for her blog, creating art or cooking up a storm, she is designing for her own company, Design Intense.

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