Freeverse 532

9/29/21

in the waiting room
we sit
on plastic chairs on a dirty pastel carpet
to see the doctor
or fate really
it's silly to focus on the chairs and carpet
we're all clothed here but feel bare
I yearn for a yell to shatter the silence
but all I can muster is a stare
at the carpet and chairs

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