When will it be my time?

They all say soon, it’ll be your time

Such a wasteful word

Soon

As if the constant holding up of an eventual goodness is worth all the waking moments

Of hell

A blown off kiss from the future that will never be absolute

Brief moments drowned into the torrents of grey

The day to day

And soon should be the word of salvation

As if wanting it now is selfish

As if I’m waiting my turn

As if these moments are gracefully given to each in time as if there is a plan

So far in

Too far in to believe in anything

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  1. pythoblack Avatar

    “the constant holding up of an eventual goodness” IS worth all the waking moments. Try this. Go to your safe favorite place, at a safe time. Then, you must forget everything that brought you to this moment, you must BE that place, and even forget what you thought you were or will be. This moment, maybe, you whine, doesn’t last forever. But it is just as eternal as any other moment can be. Imagine, a moment with no worries, no pain, no fear, disappointment, or expected failure. Just this moment in a safe place at a safe time.

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