Wait until
it slowly peeks
and crawls
and wakes you
Wait until
your toes
and fingers move
just like a newborn babe's
Wait until
you lift your body
as you try to catch
each running breath
Wait until
sleep departs from you
and you're alive
but in an everlasting death
Wait until
the memories
within your silent room
is a rain parade from hell
Wait until
the stove lights up
the kettle screams
and you mistake it
as a burning bell
Wait until
each thought
is yours to fight
until the white frosts bite
until the pain subsides
Wait until
your messed up plans
are overdue
until the golden sky
turns midnight blue
Wait until
your slippers run
into the morning sun
until your feet is back
to what it's meant to be
Wait until
your echoes fade
your screams abrupt
because they're swallowed
by the windy seas
Wait until
your promises
are theirs to keep
until you hear it bounce
from ear to ear
Wait until
your face is marked
by people in the park
'til everyone is to be feared
Wait until
your friends fade to
the background of your words
Wait until
you can't afford
a true and real discourse
Wait until
the days of youth
is no longer your friend
Wait until
a year from now
you're try'ng to be someone again
Wait until
the tunes of country songs
are no longer nostalgic like before
Wait until
the scent of brand new books
is not exciting anymore
Wait until
the last thing
you can do
is crawl
Wait until
you can't feel
anything at all
- theptwelve
May 20, 2020
