Time goes so slow.
When all I want
it to do is
Just go.
Feeling trapped
In a box I am.
Like all my energy
Is being sapped
Away.
Seems like I have
Been waiting
All my life.
That waiting has
Always been
The
Reason
For my strife.
I can not take it
Anymore.
It seems like
Not having to wait
Is a thing of lore.
I pace the floor.
At the door
I stare.
At my clothes I
Want to tear.
Why does it have
To be this way?
Why must I wait
Day after day?
My thumbs
I twiddle.
In my head I
Tell riddles.
But nothing changes.
I'm still here waiting.
On you.
And
Not sure
Anymore
Why I do.
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