Waiting Room Escape
So meaninglessly mean with florescent gloss
A room in town with soft coughs and smiles
Stories are to told of condolences, loss
Its tubular chairs screech on polished tile
We waiting here to be cautiously revealed
Await the ordinary releasing whispering sighs
Await prescriptions of hope to be filled
Only the well wait without showing their eyes
I'd say, Oh let's go down to the stream in the forest
Let us all rest by Grimm's river deep
Where the detritus sweeps quickly before us
And rest may come and shade allow sleep
And if mortality should fail and sadly we depart
Strangers will say the sky cried its purest tears
They were one mind in a million beating hearts
But rivers thought endless, did soon disappear
Copyright © Declan Molloy | Year Posted 2015
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