The Waiting

Life's distress

She sits now and awaits the days end
I look at her not sure what to think
She stares back smirking, what a bitch…

I admire her, her eyes, her smile, and her hate
I would strangle her myself
I probably won't have long to wait…

I will continue now to sit and watch
To see her restless for the pill she craves
Three more hours I get to see her squirm
My eyes now moist, can she not be saved?