Waiting Game

This game of waiting, it keeps me

Just on the edge of my seat, in

Antagonizing anticipation.  I sit here,

Contemplating yet another volley

Of words that have been pent up

For what seems like hours.  The

Feeling is there, still, of me being

That of a heel.  Bouncing off the wall,

Once more, I am!  Where art thou,

Slumbering, with dreams at hand?

Patience!  This is what I scream at

Myself as I write this.  Whatever

Shall I do!  Twiddle my thumbs

In humbled position, I sit and wait

With baited breath.

(c) 2003 A Riddle