Waiting

Listening to the clock tick
has never been my favorite pass time.
How humorous
that such a sanity draining activity
is a forced experience
in this waiting room
Psychiatrist’s office
What does that mean, anyway?
Waiting rooms
They’re all so different
but the same
Waiting
in a room
for help
for something
for anything
and everything
Psychiatry
The medical study of the mind
As if any two could function alike
The attempt to trick
The brain that makes us
who
or what
we are
into making us
something different
better
happier
But all I hear
is tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
And I wonder
how these doctors must feel
when they go home at night
These professionals
who only want to
help me
Do they fall asleep laughing,
thanking God for their lack
of my afflictions?
And I wonder
if they’ve ever sat
in this room
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
And rambled on
at the ticking of a clock
wishing their brains
would just
slow
down
But I guess that’s why
I’m behind the patient door
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
It’s leaving me frantic
and all I can do
is sit
and wait.

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