in the waiting game

 

in the waiting room,  dark and melancholy

all is just a waiting game

the minutes seem like hours

and the hours take days to pass

*

the t.v. glows,  but what it pukes,  i don’t know

all the thoughts swim and design my attention

a memory lies awake all the while

trying to breathe is forgotten in a waiting game

*

in a lobby that silent and dim

behind closed doors reality lives

somewhere we are born and somewhere we say our goodbyes

a beginning holds its hand to its ending

oh!  i am somewhere  in the middle,  on the other side of this wall

in closed doors,  uncertainty lives

and plays with the swimming memories

of what was

now just halts in this waiting game

*

in the waiting room,  dark and melancholy

all is just a waiting game

the minutes seem like hours

and the hours take days to pass

 

c. 2014  bgw

About bradford graham west

enjoy poetry about life, emotion and everything in between. it's real and true. - please read and enjoy! - bgw
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