Jared Mercer Online

By Daniel Bay

I wait

wait

It never crossed my mind that my feelings would some day be enthroned in the boardroom of my chaotic mind. As my self-abducted mind, struggles to untangle its formless muse, my feelings refuse to allow even my most minuscule expression to unfold unless the core has been articulated with truth. So I wait.

Time has now lost patience for my indecisiveness, yet my feelings stand steadfast waiting for the moment that never seems to arrive, but I’ll wait.

This burden has become an ordeal. My soul now salivates, thirsting for a moment, a moment of expression. I’ve become a prisoner of perfection, incarcerated by an envisioned moment of contentment. JUST LET ME SPEAK, so my soul yearns, still I feel unripe, so I keep waiting,

I’ve lost my credibility. All that depended on my delivery has shuffled me back among the dreamers in line waiting for a break. Yet waiting seems to be prominent, so I will wait.

My words are on deck, and even my rigid emotions have settled the mood, spirit has indulged, mind marinating, making the intangible my reality. Yet the fifth element refuses to assimilate. So I wait, wait for the whole.

My demeanor now vaporized into a cloud of hopelessness. As I become solemnly dependent on the providence that has been prophesied, time befriends me, making me a lover of completion, of completed truth, truth of expression, expression of the core. So I choose to wait, to wait for fulfillment, fulfillment of this mysterious truth that will enchantedly define me… as I wait.

Look it’s not that I can’t express my thought’s feelings, a word without a soul is void, merrily a crumbled thought ready to be disposed. It’s just that my thought’s haven’t declared the mood… So as it tries to find me, I wait.