Waiting

This is so nerve racking, yet my nerves have no need to be racked,

There is nothing violent near, it's not like I'm to be attacked,

And yet I'm tense, and fear the worst,

My lungs with hold air till I fear I might burst,

I try to remain composed, and brush aside my untamed mane,

The clouds begin to cluster, so that it looks like rain,

That would not be an issue, if my belongings had a cover,

But it's that which is unveiled, that I worry they'll discover,

I gaze up at the sky and behold a lonely plane,

It distracts me as it rises far above the terrain,

It slowly mystifies, till the clouds swallow it whole,

Now far above those clouds no longer seen by any soul,

I then loose interest in the sky, as it slowly turns to gray,

And stare out towards the sun as it sheds its last ray,

Yellows and pinks follow after, in it's retreat,

For this cloudy day, must end in a defeat,

My interest is suddenly swayed by a stunning vintage car,

My thoughts, now so close, though they had been so far,

I glance around again, as my worries return once more,

Who knew distraction could become such a chore?

It's hard to keep interest when I cannot retain it,

But I would not be doing this if there was no benefit,

I wish I knew the time, I know not how long I have waited,

They say patience is a virtuous, I say it's overrated,

I'm tired, I am antsy, my emotions are contradictory,

I can not keep fighting for what has no victory,

There is no sense in fighting for what can not be won,

This waiting is ridiculous, that is it, I am done,