Waiting in the Doctor's Office

Waiting in the doctor’s office

Biting your nails

The click

Clock

Ticking

Of an itchy clock

Legs bouncing

Longing to pace

The length of the room

Grim

And inevitable

Knowing there isn’t enough time

The hot

Humid breath

Of the reaper

On the back of your neck

Ravens and 

Vultures

Spiraling up 

In the sky

You mind racing

Among rats

Being chased by

Black cats

Knowing 

There isn’t anything left to do

But sit 

In the doctor’s waiting room.

A military draft

Hoping you name won’t be called

But if it is

It isn't the last

Because then,

At least,

Its over fast

A library

Too quite and dim

A gymnasium

Defeated but still

The fans show up

Even knowing their team will

Be suffering defeat and

Going home 

At the bottom

Of the rankings. 

There isn't anything left to do

But sit

And wait

In the doctor’s room.