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The Waiting Room


So pallor: cafeteria chairs
and a Monet to the wall I face.
A poster of puppies hangs with a Christian slogan on the other wall.

These fresh flowers lead a passionate existence,
Spread open by the light they bow for.
Inside this office, I feel like a falling man

a foot above the asphalt, what doom
We feel! I twirl my favorite strands of hair
feverishly. So much waiting in the waiting room.

My questions are
dismembering my state of mind
and raping all it’s certainties

The marching clock constantly clicks,
dragging my feeble life as we speak.
A nurse opens

the door of diagnoses with a smile,
clutching her chart. They give me a cup, I filled it.
With no glory no embarrassment.

Results are in I here.
And my legs go out.

Please give me insightful critiques, I'm not too sensitive. Pls. help me to better my work, open ears.

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