Anna Garland

In The Waiting Room - Poem by Anna Garland

Sitting on a plastic chair
in the waiting room
sucking the tip of my pen
it's almost

are coming
and going or coming
I can tell
beneath their clothes
phones are buzzing
and buzzing people
have something to say
As I stay
thinking about
texting you to ask
when you are coming
to this side
of the

but I don't
because I
have to wait
for a long

Sitting on this
plastic chair
staring at the door
wide open
if only
I could
meet someone

Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 23, 2014

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