Silence stretches through the sterile room we sit in everyone stares at the sandy colored tile below their feet Salty tears slip past our cheeks and hit that same cold floor. The exchanges of glances are few, smiles--even fewer.
silence
Not sure what time will bring, but time is it all. It holds the answers that this room has seemed to captured. When will this nightmare be over? What can we do to turn things back around? and of course the hardest question maybe of them all- Why? Why him? Why us? Why must anyone at all suffer through this?
silence
Time can't seem to go any slower, the clock on the wall seems stuck. The walls moving in on us bringing us closer to the brink of insanity When will this nightmare be over? When can we leave this hellish place for good?