While I Wait

While I wait While I wait, thoughts long hidden that I thought I'd never see again creep into the living room playing themselves round and round a seemingly endless spin pushing and tugging me in every which direction Seeming friendly, At first.. following me while I ride raining down from the sky miles upon miles of them, section after section. Their efforts, to make the most noise they can and convince me within the minute, to take a second look at them, and relive their brief existence. Words from friends, people and places I'll never see again. Some silly statement I made as a kid that through slip or trick will lure me out into resentment and hold me all night in its grip. Arguably insignificant turmoil, the traces of forgotten language now erased from the physical world. Yet by will, still stalk and circle like jackals eyes wide staring though white holes of night while the winds blow and roll off campfire coals. Waiting patiently for a chance to drag their prey away into the night and the cold. And all they need to win, is acknowledgment. To go from dormant to a swarm of hornets in that space right behind my face ...when they catch me alone