Waiting room…. where life is bound. Heart beats mock the tocking sound.
Dr. Death… behind white doors! Attuned to solemn namely calls.
Waiting ….life’s clock chimes in tick and tocks. Sitting poised, Glock 40’s cocked. Chasing time while livings stopped. In comes Doc to set life’s clock.
Answer??? “No…not today.” Dr. says “Your fights not grave.” Arrrgh it’s breath not death! You live to wait another day.
Annoyed…Time grieving what was never lost.…”not today” you tell your clock.
Life spent waiting to live. Living spent reflecting on life. When do we start feeling alive?