Waiting Room | Poem

Sitting in awkward silence,

Devices glued in our hands,

Waiting for our number to be called,

Helpless to fate.

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Imaginations unravel uncertainty,

Fear fuels the fire.

Death is at our doorstep.

Writing our Wills as we wait.

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Our name is called,

The doctor is met.

A simple virus diagnosed,

Life continues again.

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The brain is a powerful beast,

Equally creative and destructive,

It must be tamed,

Or one will fall foe to its darkness.


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