kazza_baby
Bluelighter
What have I become?
I count by the seconds, the gentle trickling of time turned into agitated fits of sadness.
Each second hums louder as time amasses into curled fists.
Reply span, call time, durations, durations, durations
that I must endure.
Raised eyebrows to a bitten bottom lip;
tossing, turning, hitting the wall.
This time gap is a prison cell and only you hold the bail.
The humming turns to whirring as I fall -
beneath the pressure of these prolonged seconds.
What have I become?
I crawl with time and I am selfish.
I await communication.
I await your hands of time.
Tell me, what have I become?

