Thorn in my side
Perforates my heart
Claws at me inside
While others sprint towards progress
You refuse to acquiesce
Despite the ardor you profess
Yet I wait
Each day stained
In a tedious state
By the end
Are we there?
Did you bend?
Or does my heart throughout
Become so riddled with holes
That I bleed out?
Stenographer For My Thoughts 