Empty
It’s cold as I’m waiting.
Then it’s numb.
Nothing is painful in here.
It’s just…
As I’m in the waiting room.
I’m bored as I stare at smiling magazines.
Then at the pamphlets that will never help
a person like me.
My therapist asks me about meds.
But I’m convinced those pills are empty too.
My therapist knows I’m glancing at the clock.
She knows.
But at least these appointments help me keep track of the days.
It’s Tuesday at 10:00.
Which means nothing to me.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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