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