white blank paper
clicking black pen
patient mind and steady eyes
crossed legs and sealed lips
contracts and locked up secrets
deep questions, written answers recorded down
soft whispers against echoing walls
dead silent room
black ink scribbled down on blank paper
door opens then closes
waits....till the next day
Therapist
sweaty hands, distracted eyes
tapping foot, shaking arms
clouded panicked mind, fighting not to break down
too many questions at once
answers with hushed quiet voice
it's messily written down
slowly turns door knob closing
today didn't help nor did the last
so I'll come back again it better be the last
patient
