Waiting

 

In the rain

I stand

beside clock monolith.

Hours slowly tick.

Skin weathered

see through and faded.

I feel sick.

 

The clock continues to tick.

Slowly.

A mind-numbing drone

as it closes to the next second,

then tick.

As loud as anything I've ever heard or known.

A sonic boom, an explosion.

Then it's back to the drone

and the next second looming.

 

The waiting intensifies feelings

that were only forming inside,

now they run rampant through your mind.

Pulling all your levers,

setting the mood.

Giving hope,

then projecting doom

 

Tick.

It's all so much to take.

A conversation

that's all it is they say

but we know that it's bigger than that.

It's the whole future,

mapped out on a doctor’s chart.

Tick.

Feels like a lifetime

in this stretched pulsating corridor.

A lifeline is what we ask for

as we wait for the opening door.

 

 

 

 

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