Waiting on Dough
A poem about patience, opportunity, and wealth
Tapping of feet alleviates tension,
as the patience drains.
Sitting, longing for opportunities in this bastard desert.
Fighting off hunger pangs.
Manna hasn't rained for years.
Is it worth the struggle?
The wait?
The faith?
Oh I often envy the immoral.
Thieves and scammers and their ill-begotten victories,
dens of scoundrels dancing around an open fire as I look an honest fool.
A laborer enslaved in chains,
pushing the boulder of Sisyphus towards an unforeseeable win.
All because I choose to be a good man,
yet, rewarded with suffering.