Waiting… what is it, if not a form of torture,
I sit, watching the clock plot its careful path like a ship in a windless ocean.
Pacing… Man’s only known solution,
What it achieves, who knows, but somehow it becomes compulsory.
Fidgeting… tantamount to prodding a tetchy lion,
Not a conscious act, but relentless, serving only to add to the general tension.
Watching… like that will help the kettle boil,
But who can resist the urge to keep checking; refresh refresh, refresh.
Waiting, just another tribulation in life,
But after all, that which does not kill us… and all those cheesy clichés!
life relly does such and clock watching does make it worse, the poem is well written keep it up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
;) i love this poem! <3