The Waiting Room

I rub my eyes And think why? Why are we here This is absurd Chairs made of stone Kings on their throne Coughing everywhere I’m in despair Waiting to be called Our life is stalled Waiting for results Running on impulse The doctors room awaits We are waiting at the gates In we walk No-one is to talk Holding hands we sit Stomach sinks to the pit Here are your results No more insults Fear strikes like lightening All very frightening You have the all clear Silently I cheered Long road ahead Dodged the arrowhead From death itself Put it on the shelf Leave the doctors room No more doom Remission and ease Welcomed rest please Finished 10th place 11/10/17 Contest sponsor - Broken Wings Contest name - A Poem, I Wrote and Sent Drifting