I introspect.
Will I?
How to give?
when I have
little in hand.
I hear grumbles,
loud at times, keep
me dumbfounded.
The resentment
scares and destabilizes.
I continue restless.
The prattle of those
familiar hurts. They
engage with a verbosity.
Whom should I blame?
As in the past.I bottle
the angst,
Impossible to stop
gossip, I understand.
I do not object.
That one of disappointment,
places me in a status
hard to sustain.
Truth prevails as always.
It is patience one needs.
I wait for the reward.
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