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Michael

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
California

0 posted 2013-08-04 05:52 PM

The Waiting Room

I sit here in this waiting room—
Slowly imploding walls of doom.
A clock, near frozen, on the wall.
All time reduced to a slow crawl.
Where I slip to the sectored bliss
Of a long lost, forgotten kiss...
Through the ramifications of
A life destined to forego love.

Impatience goads me to no end,
For Silence is my only friend;
But in this noisy corridor
Discretion never takes the floor.
Where melancholy holds no place,
With tight masks on each condemned face;
And you can't see what's set right there,
For years reeling in disrepair.

So why bask in the idle thoughts
Of a thousand forget-me-nots?
That you forgot, with clear disdain
Of everything they gave but pain.
While in the brokenness of night,
And all those things that stood forthright;
Fate sought you out to land you here,
Where all things vital disappear.

Where some men boast, as braggarts will,
Of the time they have left to kill.
Where with shackles on hands and feet,
You wait to face the judgement seat...
But with innocence placed on trial,
(A broken man— a broken smile);
You bite your tongue, to take all blame,
And then take up your cross of shame.

For justice is merely a dream,
Where no one hears the quiet scream...
But scream they do, watching Time bleed
Them of all things once deemed a need.
Till, (foresight born in death of pride),
You learn there's nothing left outside
That ten by six foot concrete tomb...
Now every room's the waiting room.

Michael Anderson

jklint
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since 2013-07-30

Posts 2

1 posted 2013-08-05 12:37 PM

This is a brilliant poem! I like like the way it tries to penetrate our real feelings, that is, our own existentials with hardly any sentimental strain which life in toto has never been particularly subject to.

For me, the last stanza sums it up especially in its final four lines concluding in the faint sarcasm of "Now every room's the waiting room."

The ideas expressed contained within form and metrication make this poem exceptional.

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

2 posted 2013-08-05 02:09 AM

Wow! You just keep getting better, Michael.
Ida

Shirley Knott
New Member

since 2013-08-05

Posts 9
state of confusion

3 posted 2013-08-05 06:22 PM

Michael,
I like your style. I think this is some of the saddest poetry I have ever read.
SEK

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