How Long?

Here I am sitting in front of the computer,
Thinking of words to write and say,
How else can I express myself today?
I feel anxious thinking about the next day.

How many more days before it ends?
How many more sleepless nights?
How do I end this pain?
The pain of waiting for it to end.

I could tear my hair out,
Scream my lungs out,
And yet the days pass by,
As I sit through it with a sigh.

Time flies when you are having fun,
Time crawls when you are having none,
What is time to a man?
Is it that important?

As I sit and watch the days go by,
I count the days I have left,
The days when it will be filled with fun,
The days when there will be sun.

How many more days before it gets dark?
How long before I can’t hear the lark?
How many more hours do I have?
How long before I shut myself in a cave?