The Weight of Silence

The clock ticks loudly, each second a stone,

the cold vinyl chair pulls me into its throne.

Faded magazines slip through my hands,

each page a story no longer stands.

Fluorescent light hums like a distant train,

a heartbeat measured, the pulse of the pain.

Muffled voices creep through, just out of reach,

words heavy with worry, all lessons to teach.

I sit and I wait, my breath caught in fear,

in this room of strangers, all holding a tear.

The surgeon’s hush, a prelude of fate,

a reminder of moments we dare not debate.