Sign.

Sign.

Time that passed with celerity,

smothered dreams that needed clarity.

Angst that leeched on paper even more,

sinking ship in desperate need of shore.

The wails of waves moulding the rock,

an inconspicious pain, an inconspicious block.

Soul wilting on this crumbling hope,

tiered of holding this fraying rope.

With too many chains my knee buckles,

I swallow it down with white-knuckles.

The left out feathers of weathered wings,

dreaming on hope of tunes that heart sings.

Tunes that render soul in trance,

anticipation of the second chance.

Ruminating to make things fine,

lord give me a sign.