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Waiting Rooms

Crowded rooms filled with all revealing

fluorescent light.

Patiently waiting faces of all colours,

painful bodies,

broken bones, damaged hearts,

crying babies in strollers.

 

Wheel chairs of the waiting rooms.

 

TV set announces bad weather,

and bad news in whispers.

 

GPs running the Marathon

of waiting rooms.

 

Next!

Ill-pronounced names by a nurse;

off to yet another chamber to wait.

 

Noon hour closed

for lunch.

 

Patiently waiting impatient,

and nervous patients

waiting endlessly

for the sentencing,

by the good doctors.

 

Appointments with death.

 

Out again

into rain

of the sick outside world,

last words of waiting rooms

wrapped up in pills.

 

(4-17-07)

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Written by
milushka
Published
Oct 14, 2010
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28·102
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~This is not my Poem; this belongs to me Lamushkia; (Milushka) who is no longer with us. Check out her other Poems in her collection here.

She deserves to be remembered.

~Anna

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