Weight of Waiting

Waiting kills my moment, weighting brings me downwards

eight days chill my bones bent, ate pips drag me frownwards

impatience fills my home when, ill patients hunt me houndless

good will won’t be shown then, til the clock stops pounding

heaven seals it’s soul fence, heaving ribs start sounding

time forces phony low sent, got to found the go rent.

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