Goes

The waiting is always hardest, though.
It doesn't matter what you're waiting for
The hours just don't seem inclined to go
But linger and annoy you more and more.
Each minute seems an hour, or, what's worse,
Time seems immobile, or turned retrograde
So that the seconds tick out in reverse
Unraveling what was already made.
The simple thought "I wait" is bad enough;
The act of it, once self-aware, is sour.
Time's passage should be smooth, but becomes rough
When you are trapped within its massive power.
And so I wait, and cannot patiently;
But I'll continue, 'til my time is free.