Irony

I sit here on the brink of insanity
As words drip off my tongue,
None providing the taste I desire,
Waiting for the word to come
In all its glory to rectify my speech.

Hours pass and linguistic loneliness
Only grows as does my impatience.
I wake from a dream of love and languish
To the word whose taste dodged my tongue for so long.
Aloud to no one, “Ambition”.

Ambition is what I wanted.
Ambition is what I searched for.
Ambition is what I lost.
Ambition is what I found
In the most unlikely of times.

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