In the Waiting Room

Anxiety coils tight, like a snake in my chest,

ticking clocks resonate, failing to rest.

A phone buzzed with silence, a promise unspun,

and the weight of the minutes feels heavy, undone.

I sit in cold metal, chair echoes my fears,

each tick a reminder, drawing near the years.

I glance at the paper, the walls painted white,

a sterile reminder of my anxious plight.

Thoughts whirl like leaves in a storm that won’t cease,

waiting for answers that offer no peace.

Will this be the moment, or just another day

of waiting for results that won’t seem to stay?