Craig Hawkins Poet Rhyme

The Waiting Room

I rub my eyes
And think why?
Why are we here
This is absurd

Chairs made of stone
Kings on their throne
Coughing everywhere
I’m in despair

Waiting to be called
Our life is stalled
Waiting for results
Running on impulse

The doctors room awaits
We are waiting at the gates
In we walk
No-one is to talk

Holding hands we sit
Stomach sinks to the pit
Here are your results
No more insults

Fear strikes like lightening
All very frightening
You have the all clear 
Silently I cheered

Long road ahead
Dodged the arrowhead
From death itself
Put it on the shelf

Leave the doctors room
No more doom
Remission and ease
Welcomed rest please


Finished 10th place 11/10/17
Contest sponsor -  Broken Wings
Contest name - A Poem, I Wrote and Sent Drifting

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Gregory Richard Barden October 13, 2017 at 5:16 AM Blessings and heart-felt congratulations on your win, Craig - wonderful work and well-earned, my friend! :-)

Constance La France October 11, 2017 at 9:12 PM Craig, congratulations on your win in my contest!

Craig Hawkins September 25, 2017 at 5:30 AM This was written for my best friend who has gone through a bad time. This is how the waiting room was explained to me on the day he went for his results. I hope I have conveyed it as clear as possible. Enjoy the read