Waiting Room
I am a hoarder of seconds
On the border of boredom
Learning life's long lessons
Or maybe just ignoring them
The carpet is reminiscent of oatmeal
The walls are a green, yellow, beige,
In the distance keystrokes clack,
As someone talks, sniffles, turns a page
The TV on the wall is so loud
I can't focus on this poem
It goes on and on about diabetes,
In a loop, like a drone.
Take me home.
Let's go home.
In the air hangs a yawning despair,
Not even it wants to be here.
It would rather be out there
Past the portrait windows
In the open air
The longer I wait,
The more I sedate
Until I'm a fixture of the room
Like the composite desk in the corner,
The green plastic-armed chairs,
Or the fake pink flowers, forever abloom.
On the border of boredom
Learning life's long lessons
Or maybe just ignoring them
The carpet is reminiscent of oatmeal
The walls are a green, yellow, beige,
In the distance keystrokes clack,
As someone talks, sniffles, turns a page
The TV on the wall is so loud
I can't focus on this poem
It goes on and on about diabetes,
In a loop, like a drone.
Take me home.
Let's go home.
In the air hangs a yawning despair,
Not even it wants to be here.
It would rather be out there
Past the portrait windows
In the open air
The longer I wait,
The more I sedate
Until I'm a fixture of the room
Like the composite desk in the corner,
The green plastic-armed chairs,
Or the fake pink flowers, forever abloom.
Love it...can so relate
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