Always waiting.
Fixated and dazed.
Staring at the clock.
But it won’t look back.
And.
(I fear.)
It never will.
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Patience is a drug.
I’ve been taking.
Since I was a child.
The adult me.
Wants nothing more.
Than to break this addiction.
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Will I be.
Dope.
Sick.
My frustration only amplifies the symptoms.
So I look.
Out There.
Because.
Maybe.
There.
Time doesn’t drag.
And ‘patience’.
Is a word that has no meaning.
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It is my dream.
To find such a place.
But a dream.
I’m afraid.
Is all it will be.
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In weakness.
I cannot shake the effects.
Of this opiate.
It.
Is all I have ever known.
So I stay.
Frozen.
Looking.
And.
Patient.
———–
Kill the weekend. All of you.
My dear friends.
G
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