The Waiting Room

by Rona   Jan 9, 2007


Sitting here quietly
I look around,
Lost faces I see,
Feet tightly on the ground.

Quiet coughs faintly heard,
Flipping pages echoes in the air.
Soft whispers bounce off walls,
No one speaks, no one dares.

Tension enters the room,
Impatience takes over.
The feeling of dread,
Fills the sober.

Clock ticking loudly,
Old music playing
Door opens and closes,
No one seems to be staying.

Waiting for the call,
Slowly growing more restless.
Waiting in this seat,
Feeling more helpless.

Here I am,
In The Waiting Room
Sitting impatiently,
While the room drowns in gloom.

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  • 17 years ago

    by X2892

    U keep writinggreat poems i give u another 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Bryan

    I love the way your poems just capture all the readers attention and also portrays a visual effect of your poems, like the others this is a 5/5!!! and thanx for the comment on my poem!!!

  • 17 years ago

    by Karl Wild GG23

    I know the pain and feeling of sitting in a waiting room, you feel so helpless and alone. I really like this poem I'm sure many ppl can relate the the experience great job 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by mistressxsork

    I imagined that perfectly. The flow was wonderful, as was the emotion. I loved the depth as well. Good work!! 4.5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Rachel RTVW

    Good imagery. I hate the waiting room. We should bill doctors for our time spent in them! Nice job on the poem.

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