Waiting at Work

I was waiting at work.
The computer churned on my data.
The droning fan was teasing me.
The black screen fed my frustration.

I needed the results at once.
I began to grow impatient.
My pulse raced and my mind seethed.

Now that the process is complete,
I see that the project was doomed.

I was waiting for all the wrong reasons.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @wsmith1989

© 2019 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Blinking Lights. By Chris Martion [Image license]

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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