Waiting Room Poem by Anna Banasiak

" I'm confused by the turn of things." That's the theme of this poem. But you've paused to give some thought to your situation. Time is a mean trickster: sometimes to goes too fast, sometimes too slow. You fear the steady approach of death, but the waiting room is a tedious place to be. A poem like those can liberate you: you realize your mind is active, it still grasps the nature of life. Your mind conquers reality. At least, there is that possibility.

A well composed poem. Simply exceptional........10++👌

Such a nice poem, Anna Banasiak. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.