The Waiting Room
When did the problem begin?
I can’t even speak- my veins are swimming with sin.
And my eyes are trying to understand.
Why can’t I feel the pen in my hand?
The clock jumps around.
The doctor approaches with a frown.
I didn’t think I was so bad-
Until euphoria wore off, and the night turned me mad.
This room, this room- there is no room to wait.
The longer I sit here, the more my mind abates.
My intuition is cracking.
My thoughts are glitching and lacking.
I will hand you control of my consciousness.
Please take it away, being awake I will not miss.
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