Waiting Room Poem by Montaha Gasir

Waiting Room



Splish, splash,
The elixir splashes.
Fire burning,
My life in ashes.

Plip, plop,
The aqua plops.
With every sound,
My heart flops.

Pitter, patter,
The liquid patters.
My mind's demons,
Continuously batters.

Drip, drop,
The water drops.
My heart in embers,
Hastily pops.

Tuesday, November 15, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: water,waiting,anticipation,scared,anxiety
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