Awaiting Spring

It’s nine in the night ,
And I have discovered with great fright,
That I, of all people, just might,
Feel a little suffocated,
My basic needs barely sated,

When I tally them alone,
Will I survive on my own,

Is this really my prelude to grandeur,
Don’t get me wrong,
I’m strong,
I do not falter when it comes to candor,

But in the situation at hand,
By myself I must stand,
A suicidal volition,
Yet I have made my decision,

Prune the tree,
For all to see,
Despite the inhibitions,
The ever saddening conditions,

Like birds gleefully awaiting spring,
We too shall eventually sing,


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