Sitting in a waiting room with twenty other men,
All waiting for the good doctor to come; and then,
I notice, we’ve been waiting for half an hour;
Some worried sick, just sitting with no power
To help themselves or others in the room;
Just waiting; and although there’s no more room,
Another one enters. No! Sorry! A pair;
Yes! Most people come with companions who care;
Or, pretend to care, and seek relief here.
They say, “He’s always late. He has nothing to fear!
He is the great doctor!” But why is he late?!
Is he watching? Is he smiling at our fate?
Or, is he sleeping with some pretty goddess?
When are you going to come Mr. Flawless?!
Maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right; but if I’m right,
We are all waiting for him to ***, right?!
Forget it. This room makes illusions shatter;
All helpless, no relief; but, does it matter?
She wasn't just a "visitor" she'd been here a while
She sat in her corner chair, word search in hand
She always had a blanket around her shoulders
A big bag filled with snacks open at her side
Some times she'd have company
Out-of-town family maybe or perhaps a friend
They'd sit and chat, drink coffee from a paper cup
But mostly, she sat alone
She'd always leave her corner neat and clean
During visiting hours a "newbie" would never know
That corner chair was taken....that was her chair
After visiting hours she'd stretch out and re-claim her area
We knew though, we'd never take her spot
We some times met at the coffee ***
"How's your husband?" "The same...How's your dad?" "The same"
"Keep praying." "I will....you too."
Then one morning I watched as she packed her things away
With tears in her eyes, she looked at me then slowly shook her head
As she walked passed me, we clasped hands for a moment
"Keep praying" she whispered, then she walked away
Perhaps it was just a coincidence....but
No one sat in her corner chair all day
She was only one person and yet...
The ICU waiting room felt empty without her
The lady in the corner chair
In the waiting room
The broken clock sits
Hell is full of
Anger spun in ***** like Cotton Candy
Pink and Red
Hues of hurt and hate
The Earth is
A blue canvas
Of stretched out sky
And fresh dirt
Hues of humanity
Heaven is like stretched glass
The truth looking out
A vision of infinity
Infinity at its finest
And limbo is stuck in between
In between waking and sleeping
Between heaven and hell
Earth and the Afterlife
Its being neither here nor there
A decision left unmade
A book never finished
The truth stuck on the tip of someone's tongue
A waiting room
We frown on Limbo
For being undefined
Except sometimes Limbo
Comes before Heaven
And After Earth
Sometimes not Knowing
Is part of the Journey
— The End —