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Hospital Waiting Room


The faces look alike,

grim, woeful, apprehensive,

expecting the worst,

too frightened to hope.

A nurse walks in.

Everyone looks up


She calls one patient.

The others submerge in misery

waiting their turn

to be summoned

for the relieving cure.