Book Of Poems

Waiting

Time seems to stand still in the hospital waiting room. The stench of cleaning products, sick people, and anxious people fill the room. Thick tension running high, everyone's about to boil over. People are sitting, some are pacing waiting for some good news. The air, tainted with the feeling of sickness and death. The uncomfortable squarish pale blue colored chairs, the tapping you hear on the handles of the seats. Doors opening and closing, hoping that your family name will be called next, to get some good news, any news. The whispers of prayers you hear to God, people just praying that their family member will be alright. The different phone calls you hear people make to various loved ones explaining the situation over and over again. The sobs of people fill the silence that wasn't really there. The sight of people in wheelchairs and individuals on gurneys all around you. Tired nurses with bags under their eyes, clear signs of being overworked. While you're just stuck waiting for the doctor to come out and give you some news.