The Waiting Room
The waiting room, we go into it
Intuit
Says fear and what ifs await
A weight
Hangs heavy 'pon shoulders
Smolders
Then sags, lips droop, eyes dim
Brim
With tears until
'Til
The doctor says all is well
Well!
An Echo Verse poem. A novelty type of verse. I thought I would give it a try.
Written: January 07, 2023
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