The Queue

Person behind person, waiting, waiting, and waiting.

Chattering, debating, commiserating.

Everyone moving inch by inch, patience held by a pinch.

A pinch of patience.

They reach the entrance, an opening of magnificence.

The swamp covered in algae, a look ungodly.

Some souls turn, go home and dream of lamentation.

Others swim, self-motivation.

The island, the mean majestic mold, a journey to divergence.

Verdant layers split; the stench is imagination.

Believe your journey is of your thoughts, not of temptation.

The queue, deliberation.

By Ellis Unchained

Work of Unchained Wisdom ©2020

24/07/2020