Monday, October 30, 2023

The Waiting Room - Marc

 THE WAITING ROOM

By: Marc



The door moaned its’ protest

when opened

Like a cranky old man given

a reason to complain

Leading into the room

of shadows

Lined with wooden chairs

built to cause pain

Pale adults stare

suddenly neglecting

Magazines they weren’t reading

their eyes dissecting

And when I’m certain the stillness

will become a grave

A nurse calls me, like an angel

She leads me away to save


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