Wait on..

I crawl... in a lightless fog

Searching for shade to stand..

Groping with my bare hands

In the scorching sands..

cant bear the thoughts...

trembling troubled lava froth.

cant wait for the decision ..

boiling in my own broth..

i wait on .. to feel the sun ..

on my soaked skin..

shivering with the death chill,

burnt from within..

my eyes are hazy .. smoke doesnt clear..

I wonder if i was ever away from here.

I don’t know if i want to go away ..

I don’t know if I want to strive.

i don’t know if i hate this maze or

lingering around it gives a purpose to my life..