Poetry

Waiting Room

written by: OurSacredHonor

"I'm here to see the Doctor"
"Well just sign your name right here
Take a seat, grab a magazine
But keep an open ear
We'll call you when she's ready
But that may not be for a while
She's been awfully busy"
Says the receptionist with a smile
So I take my seat and quickly get back
To my self prognosis
Hiding behind the latest National Geographic
Hoping that no one will notice
I'm not sick like they are
But I think the Doctor is
She's not well, and I can tell
But she won't admit to it

Hell, what do I know?
I'm just a friend showing concern
The voice in my head yells back,
"Shut up! Wait your turn!"
I used to have all the answers
And maybe I still do
I'm FDA approved and still
No doctor will prescribe me to you
I'm just another antidote
Left on some pharmacy's shelf
When you need your fix
You'll always call somebody else
I could prescribe you new glasses
But you still couldn't see
That I'm the cure for your ailment
And you are my disease

You used to let me play doctor
When medicine was an art
I didn't need a stethoscope
To study your heart
With one look at your face
Your eyes told the whole story
But your tongue was tied up
Too busy saying "I'm sorry"
At least back then you said something
Nowadays you only run
And of the million promises you made
I don't think you've kept a single one
You've kept yourself in isolation
And I've been quarantined
You're the cure for my ailment
And I am your disease