O, impatience, how doth you ravage my soul.
I fear thine effects have taken thine toll.
Each of mine breath,
Have taken me closer to death
Each of mine eyes blink,
Have taken me closer to thine brink.
Each of mine plans doth foil,
And how mine blood boil.
O, how great this state of hate
Doth affect mine fate.
O, canst thou not see?
Mine spirit must be free!
Mine poor wings must soar,
So please openst thine door?