Waiting and waiting and waiting some more

Patience is a virtue

But I am not virtuous

I am anxious

Pacing

Wearing ruts into the floor

Feet callused and bloody

Leaving streaks in the sand

Waiting

In silence

Except

Ticking of the clock

Echoing

Wondering

What will happen

Worrying

I have failed

Again

Please

Answer

before

The clock consumes

My entirety