The Waiting Room

I have an appointment today with my back specialist (trying to make it hurt less!) but as usual the entire clinic has been delayed. 2 hours wait and counting! So to pass the time I wrote this on my iPhone... Hopefully not long now!

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Like the world's worst party,
A mismatch of emotionless faces stare back at me,
As I enter the fold.
A new plaything.
New being.
To enter the waiting room games.

Suspicion flicks across her face,
The haggard woman with the blue bonnet,
As the nurse comes over,
With a form to sign.
Cold eyes.
Burning into my auburn hair.

Tiny child cradled in her arms,
The young frazzled mother apologetically smiles,
As the grizzles start.
Her poor, sweet face,
Crumbles,
As the reddening baby lets out a wail.

Wondering on his face,
The confused old man stares at my book,
With such intent.
Try to avoid his gaze.
No luck.
Can feel my face flush crimson as he bores holes in my head.

Time passes so slowly,
As my hair burns, head is drilled and ears are ripped apart,
Desperately longing for air.
Stuffiness overwhelming.
Must be soon.
I long just to get up and leave this queue to hell.

But wait - my name?
All eyes search intently for the owner's place in line.
Defiantly me, I rise,
Feeling hatred boil.
I shrug.
Apologetic publicly but secretly jumping for joy.