Tired of Waiting

Oh, how I hate when someone makes me wait

I feel the time trickling me by and I am horrified

Before the minutes, hours and days that pass me by.

Depending on people makes me angry

Since the weight of their world I have to carry

Their responsibilities should not be made mine

And yet sometimes they indeed are.

Time is flying by

I should be enjoying the lazy warm days

But instead I lay on a park bench while I wait

Wait for the soothing hand that will take hold of mine

And make me lose track of the damn time.

The clock in the main square rings once

The wind whooshes by strongly

Winter is softly approaching

And my time is running out

Quicker than I thought.

I sigh to myself as I get up

I'm tired of being made a fool

Before I realize, the phone is back in my pocket

And I am walking

Away from the lonely park bench

Where someone once, in the cold, made me wait.

Reviews

[Quill]

Can't say i don't know that feeling, i think everyone is tired of waiting, lovely poem.

[Tiny Drop]

Thank you Quill!
Waiting is always lonely. You feel time trickling by almost painfully. Wasted seconds. Wasted minutes. However, sometime the wait pays off, specially when you see someone smiling towards you. But often waiting just leaves you feeling cold and alone, sitting outside where there is no warmth.