Waiting Room

Posted on June 7, 2014

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Waiting Room

Picture courtesy of hereandthere.us


Waiting to be moved
one floor down
Closer to the doors
away from the golden gates

As eyes struggle to stay open
fighting against the inevitable
Sleep wanting to come
but forced to keep awake

Views across the land
stretch far and wide
Jagged dirty teeth claw high
against sporadic green

Thoughts tumble around
as the eyelid’s battle on
Wanting sleep so much
as voices drift in and out

Oh to be home
but there will she stay
At least for now
until freedom comes soon

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Posted in: Poetry