I sit here quietly, waiting, and waiting
Unable to move my arms
Minutes feeling like hours
Seconds feel like minutes
Waiting, waiting
Sitting still in the center of an all white room
The room appearing more like a box of pillows than walls
My mind racing with a million self questions
"Why didn't I get help sooner?"
"How could I have let things get this bad"
Well none of those questions matter now
A hard slap back to reality hits me as the door opens
My doctor walks in with "the look"
He doesn't need to say a word, for I knew just from that look; that it didn't work
I felt no difference, numb to any form of change
Sitting alone my long black hair coving my face as I stared down at the cool grey floor
I cried until my body trembled
"Please, just one god damn time can something work!"
Screaming out until my voice went hoarse
But there she stood, shaking her head with a sly smirk....
"Don't you know my fool? For there is no cure."
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Untold Wages
Short StoryThis is a collection of writings from various times. Many of them written from a dark time; but through dark times, a light can be created.
