My status

Bored, though I got many things to do

Lethargic, and work’s piling

Pathetic, that’s me

Helpless, my condition

Restless, my situation

Meh, my status

Desperate anticipation

The anticipation is killing

I so want it

Badly

But it won’t, not yet

Patience, I say to myself

Ugh, but can I?

It’s incessant, it won’t stop

Not now, not still

I want to scream

The built up anguish

Maybe even desperation

It is desperation, I am desperate

But why won’t it happen soon

As in now, right now