Politely

Ask me, 

not politely

for a viral anxious cause.

I'm searching,

however distant

for a place 

where I belong.

To feel the inner meddling

of some rising

biding tide.

To round out

the sharp edges

turn wonder 

into pride. 

Given distant glances,

a future unrefined

I see you in the distance

though, I'm not sure if you're mine

Some savage unseen humor,

a ravage angry fear.

I guess it's just a meddling

inner tingling

less than you can hear.

Nothing short of anxious

nothing past excessive whims

maybe I'll see the bottom, 

but, the top seems still

so near.