the wait is too much to bear
each hour passed slower than the clouds
the anxiety ate me alive more than anything
or maybe it was the lack of motivation
or simply the mutual loneliness
whatever is it may be
it eats me alive like an animal picks at the roadkill carcass of his own brother
the same blood running through my veins makes my heart race
and the waiting,
the agonizing, torturous, waiting,
was hell disguised as purgatory.

©L.F.