A. G. Bawang

Waiting For Adriel - Poem by A. G. Bawang

the green sterile room
violently opens
with the masked posse
shoving, kicking, swearing
blood pumps to the decibels
then grinds to a halt
until only the steady murmur
of the ceiling fan is heard

i sit and stare straight
at my cold and silent friend

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 22, 2008

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