The waiting room

 

 

As I enter the waiting room

The queue extends like a snake...

With arms shoulders 

Impatient shuffling feet..

 

The eyes behind the desk

Are busy hiding themselves

In their criminal task of

Discovery... waiting to see

What new personal Information

Will fall out from the computer screen..

 

I’m handed a piece of paper with

A pen and told to sit and fill out my

Personal details i'm new here so I

Think no one knows me...my legacy

My future my ignoble past.

 

The waiting room is full of eyes

That fix their gaze on me to scan

For my identity, my purpose,my ever

Increasing malady....

 

Everyone is waiting here... waiting

To be seen waiting to be heard waiting,

Waiting for results...waiting for a

Second chance.

 

A young 20 something looks like

She's waiting to be discovered.

She’s fixed for stardom, for the

Cat walk experience for someone

To show her off in the bright

London lights.

 

But this is leicester, where u can

Only lose urself in ur waiting.

Waiting for this waiting for that,

Waiting for the other... 

 

I’m used to waiting I’ve grown

Accustom to her indifference.

Know what she will ask, what

She will wear how she might

Smell like...

 

So I wait, and wait and wait...

And I’m anonymous in my

Waiting until my name flashes

On the blacked screen and

Tells everyone waiting that

I have just arrived.