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Oct 2010
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)
~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
Written by
Milushka
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