It can’t wait…

The nagging feeling of no time…
The endless guilt of a missed sign…
The unforgiving wait, asking for the answer to be…

Like a plundering happening excavating deep within, it holes out the breath to an extent where suffocating seems what’s only could ever be left…

The slippery road doesn’t forgive nor forget.

It keeps the reminder of a promise undelivered, seeking deliverance to a safety to be but never being…

Yet when all is done and done, the wait never was waiting, and the shape came to its shaping to an undeniable resolve that has a will of its own…

Sounds frustrating and more so a craving of a desire to stop the nagging from delivering its guilt and calling the day for waiting to not wait.

For the answer often lies in its promise and ties, and there and then the wait ends, but not before its agony it sends.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~