Steady murmurs come from the TV.
Anxiety nibbles away at patience.
Nervous twists and squirms.
Desperate housewives spellbound by romance novels.
Wishing it was them wrapped in the arms of an exotic chap.
Steady ticks echo from the clock, counting the minutes away.
As the ‘Oldies’ chatter away about their exhilarating retired lives.
The distant nasal call of a doctor rings through-out the room.
All color drains from my face as I am finally I’m called.
Suddenly the rhythmic sounds of the room shatter with a deafening scream coming from the operation room.
Urgently I’m led down a sterile white-washed hall.
ER personnel are on their haunches ready to launch at any given moment.
For what, I do not know.
Frantic yells ring through the walls.
Bringing new meaning to ‘if walls could talk‘.
All at once I find myself overcome with thought.
Who these shouts belong to?
Why are they here?
And am I next to join?
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how should i improve, water it down or does it give
2006-08-10
06:43:30
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