A Dream Before Cities

There is an unbearable silence threatening to drown my very mind.

There is a cherished moment disappearing into penetration of time.

.

The seconds seemed to linger, as you crossed my path,

and I compare them to a dream.

.

Pity...about dreams is I always wake,

and in a few seconds longer, you no longer linger...

.

You moved with the crowd,

Leaving me surrounded in a hallway filled with wordless noise.

.

And those steps you've taken, brought my own heart to breakin',

For every stride from me, has moved us cities, Apart.

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RN

The Waiting Room

Tick. Tick. Tick.
"Where is the damn tock?"

The balance of my world is thrown, without the slight anti-tick groan,
Of a clock.
Every second seems to only repeat itself as the last.

The Hand may even be moving from second forty-four, to second forty-thress.
As I feel some High Tech Being, laughing at me,
My anger rises fast.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

"Where is the dam doc?"

The sanity of my world is torn, watching the Emergency door,
Which I stock.
Every image blurs in my eyes but of that knob.

Nothing else may even exist except my plastic chair and cup of coffee.
As I feel some of my hope helplessly disappearing,
My heart aches in throbs.

Tick. Tick. Tic--
"Doc!"

The relief comes rushing in, with his reassuring grin.
As he walks.
Every waiting moment is soon forgotten, but of his good news.

The Hand moves freely from second fifty-six, to second fifty-seven.
As I feel some Graceful Blessed Being, smiling upon me from Heaven,
I forgive the damn clock.