john on Nostr: Poem a day, Day #25 The waiting room, is no place, for conscious minds. Florescent ...
Poem a day, Day #25
The waiting room, is no place,
for conscious minds.
Florescent lights flicker,
But imperceptible.
One Hundred times per second,
It marks his thoughts.
On-Off-On-Off.
Maddening the unheard voice.
Static electricity gathers,
As he paces to the humming.
His skin tingles.
“I cannot be here anymore.”
And the brass knob sparks.
His eyes meet a man in white.
"It’s a boy."
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The waiting room, is no place,
for conscious minds.
Florescent lights flicker,
But imperceptible.
One Hundred times per second,
It marks his thoughts.
On-Off-On-Off.
Maddening the unheard voice.
Static electricity gathers,
As he paces to the humming.
His skin tingles.
“I cannot be here anymore.”
And the brass knob sparks.
His eyes meet a man in white.
"It’s a boy."
#poemaday #poetry #artstr #gfy