Feeling trapped in all these situations
Caging in and sealing in the dark
Will I see light again?
Death is in the waiting
In the waiting
Waiting
Thrown down like a lighting bolt
Thrust deep into the wet mud of this earth
Just lie there; drowning.
Pain is in the waiting
In the waiting
Waiting
Wriggling myself free from the things that strangle
So I can breathe freely in the space of your guitar.
Can you feel me singing?
Life is in the waiting
In the waiting
Waiting
I know that I will break free soon
I will breach the surface of this life
I will emerge and I will be free
I will be whole
I will be strong
I will be shading
And I will be me.
Waiting.
– Sunday 11 January 2015
Articulated Jargon 