“The Waiting-Room”


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What answer shall I get?
A firm refusal at the first start?
Oh! It follows the pattern
Why will you not?

But, in the darkness of my thoughts,
I wander in nostalgia;
Would you be the one to sooth my weary nights?
Or will you be my nightmare?
Is my honey tongue becoming sour?
Or need I a wordsmith
To knit more my linguistic arsenal?

Doubt causes chaos in the mind
Because,
There's always a ticking clock in the waiting-room.
Let's not curse our noon in the evening
And be objects the devil desires
You've got the healing
And you know I need it.

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