The Waiting Room
These chairs are uncomfortable
probably designed for that one purpose.
Those around me make no attempt
to acknowledge my existence
as if I am the product of their illness.
These chairs are uncomfortable
I wonder if they feel the same.
The wait is long
two hours past
my appointment time.
I would be angry
except all my emotion
is focused on this chair.
I watch as those around me
come and go
I am still ignored
this chair now unbearable.
Finally
I am called
I stand
I feel instant relief
I am happy to be out
of that uncomfortable chair.
I enter the office
my mood elevated
ecstatic to be seen
my greeting
no anger or despair
simply
"Good afternoon, Doctor."
Into my test
that one
I put off for so long
that dreaded Prostate Exam
my mind reverts
so not to feel any pain
I think of that damn chair
probably designed
for that one purpose.
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