OF LIKES AND PIKES

How long I waited for that like,
As if I'm fishing for a pike,
My restless mind does want it  now,
How long before the arrow's strike?,

The arrow of approval;not of Cupid,
Composing this,I feel diluted,
My hopes depleting by the hour,
As if ,something,someone has looted,

Quite long I waited in my chair,
Giving the screen a frozen stare,
How long I waited for that like,
As if I had no other care,

I suppose I can  wait a little more,
I have traversed this path before,
With my psyche no worse for wear,
And my spirit  eveready to soar.