Patience

once again I'm being forced to endure the torture of stagnant time.
I'm forced to do what I've known to do best.
be patient.
but patience is skill that requires energy and strength I know I no longer have.
it's gone,
spent on hopeless pursuits.
it's like a slow flowing lava that deteriorates the mind.
when the brain has no other retort to the destruction,
when it has no other strategy,
when the pursuit of other thoughts deem futile and you are all that survives in my head,...
my will to wait will die a slow death.
suffocating in the absence of your presence.
and I will be shown no mercy, for that is something time has never been known to show.
and although in the end patience pays off, the cost was deadly and the job is one I never wanted to begin
Like a Slave i was forced to work.