Next
Waiting in discomfort, though I am
not alone
Others waiting with me for reasons of their own
Still we wait through choice
An answer in our sight
Our suffering increasing throughout our common plight
No turning back now for we have come too far
Waiting for directions, our Google guiding star
In line to online we do a little dance,
In the venue of the broken many in a trance
Some read the room without any shame while
Others go before you to be replaced with more of the same
The waiting game continues
Waiting for your name
Books and magazines, distract and entertain
Screens nestled in hand's take some of the strain
Everyone is a victim all connected through pain
Mobility in various forms
A hobble and a crutch
Some with wheels of misfortune
For others
DO NOT TOUCH.
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