The Wait

The wait,
Those moments,
The split seconds,
Between anxiety and,
Total exhilaration.

Those pangs,
The stray flutters in the stomach,
The tensed, strained silence,
The eerie panic,
The sudden rush of thoughts.

A loud thumping within,
A distant drumming beyond,
A fit and start,
At each and every a sound,
The panic surmounts.

One split second,
To glory and fame,
One split second,
A tainted name,
Panic !!!

What !! when ?? how ??
The silence is too loud,
Cracking up from within,
Oh for that familiar sound,
There in none though now.

Panic !!
Patience flees its home,
A red hot passion now is in control,
Let go, let go, let me be,
Panic.. It's still got a hold.

Anxiety, and then the moment comes,
I'm glad I'm glad,
But the passion hasn't let go,
And then it erupts...
The ugly side of me.

Panic no more,
Furious and enraged,
A thoughtless spurn,
Spit and curse,
The passion finally begins to cool.

By the end,
The thoughtless, aimless darts,
Have finally begin to hurt,
Red hot passion now,
Is condensed to misty dew.

I can hear it,
The distant wailing,
The sighing, the terrified mutter,
I strain my ears and listen closer,
It seems to be from within.

The wait,
The tensed moments,
The split seconds,
The suppressed thoughts within,
Have only brought me pain...
Have only brought me pain !!