Seized.

Here in the deepest of chaos, I lie,
mute.

Just a harmony, submission, and patience.

The willful angst, and the anxious wait,
come pain and allow me to slither in your arms.

Mother, I wait, mother I wait,
I wait.

I am patient,
and I can see.

Humbled, yet repetitively used, 'I' still.

Grander designs, I see,
I witness the follies,
and believe I am what I see.

What I feel...

Still, synchronised, I sleep,
and dream,
mother, I wait.

For the embrace,
wrongfully seized.