Divine communication.

I'm cracking under the psudeo-pressure
brought on from self-determination
I'm judging myself
hence the poetic probation

Holding out for the holy verse
but writing is my medication
I could write for the sake,
just to ease my frustration
buts whats the point in writing
if you can't make a fucking statement?

Perhaps there's to much expectation
for divine communication
They say good things come to those who wait
..maybe I'm impatient.