Poem: Hospital Waiting Roon.
Hospital Waiting Room.
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Sitting here on the ward,
Watching the waiting patients
Closing one eye
To enable them
To test out the sight in the other.
A background of murmuring
From the intense couples,
Some with their own partner,
Others making friends while they wait.
The only thing that’s certain
Is that I at least can leave
And never think of it again,
But for most of them
It is something that goes home with them
However unwelcome their conditions may be.
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