This great stall.

I have no hope for a stall.
Corners have been rounded and it was left behind.
My regency was furthered.
Like some mass floating.
in. place.
I have removed the etches of your face from
my mind's eye.
This griphold.
Please do release thee.
Carry me out to some sea, wronged and...
yet furthered into peace.
I needed your hand.
I walked only on your land.
Like some moonsky,
you sat illuminated in the glory of me crowding
Around your feet. In beg. In want.
In need for your piecemeals for me.
Bubbling.
Crusting over into some less/sure place.
Less faltered pace.
Your push. My hopes.
Your throne. My song.
I held out in a still/home place.
Rocked and abandoned, sure.
In wait for the day the way
The play.
A pace forward and calmy away
from this torrent of unsurety.
I wallowed enough here.
Vacilating in fear.
I moved right.
I'm giving up this fight.