Anticipation

I sit in wonder. I wonder in fear. I fear the unknown. The unknown is entirely unclear. To pass the time I find distractions That force my mind To take concentrated action. But it's hard to stay focused When the clock ticks in your head Like a time bomb with with no timer To keep track of each minute that is dead. I don't even know What to expect at all. But it's coming at a crawl, And it seems to constantly stall. What am I waiting for? What's behind which door? I've felt this way before And my wounds are still sore.