Right here.
I can hear myself breathe.
I've placed my heart
into a protective sheathe.
I just sit here,
in this waiting room.
I need the doctor.
I feel impending doom.
I'm trying not to cry;
can't help the tears in my eyes.
When I seem calm,
it is all a lie.
So many people;
they wait here with me.
They're just like me;
needing...