Impatience Poem by Stanley Coffin

For patience is a virtue I have not mastered yet,
As yet again I continue to wait,
The mental torment of each tic toc of each second as I countdown,
Waiting eyes upon the wall as I watch the second hand fall,
For the falling of that second hand becomes like a sword upon my neck,
These moments with the in betweens emotionally ever so slowly tearing me apart and turning me into a wreck,
Tic toc tic toc I fill the impatient gaps in time with hurried thoughts in my mind then I try to occupy the moments and the in betweens with things I have no interest in,
Fidgeting as I go my hurried actions in stark contrast to my perception of time going so slow,
This excruciatingly slow torment is quickly becoming my lament as I wait for the moment when it will end and I can stop this feeling of every second landing like a hammer blow,
Sitting there at ease with the world feels like it was a lifetime ago,
Casting my eyes upon the clock upon the wall yet again,
I realise that a mere few minutes have passed by from my first glance and that my frustrations are just feeding this dance,
From my eyes on the wall watching the clock to the pounding sound of each tic toc tic toc to the fidgeting of my hands and feet to the hurried thoughts setting up the drum beat,
I orchestrate my own dance of impatience and frustration as it all goes around and around and it will only end when that final second hand makes its last sound,
Then it ends till the next time that I wait impatiently again listening to the tic toc on the wall driving me slowly insane
And while I've tried before from this behavior to refrain
Patience is not a virtue that I've managed to have mastered just yet.