waiting February 18, 2024 a poet's playground, evocative muse i’m calling you i’m calling you out here in the cold i’m calling your name send a sign that i don’t call in vain let me know my voice is heard my heart is breaking my soul is aching waiting
slow motion the day started in a hazy mess that spread like a germ no time for the usual wake only time for an unusual pace ready…… set………. go…………. into motion slow slow slow…….down before you drown in an abyss