My Poetry
Waiting
As I sit
I can hear myself waiting,
and just a bit
my heart pulsating,
many people come in and out,
my minds in churning out so many oddities,
Hey I was here before him,
The music,
though calming is too low to really make out.
he looks fine what's he doing here.
then I rise my name is called,
Well Doctor I've been............
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