
Impatience
blood drips
from wounds
not recognized
and feed the earth
the taste
of my essence
as I wait
on the roadside
for help
that feels
like it will
never arrive

Impatience
blood drips
from wounds
not recognized
and feed the earth
the taste
of my essence
as I wait
on the roadside
for help
that feels
like it will
never arrive
Im worried baby. I feel like I’m not seeing the whole picture
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