Reception The reception area is wide and high,
pastel coloured,
to infuse a sense of calm.
The seats well spaced and uniform
are placed in a double square
where the patients wait
patiently.
The clock,large and quiet,work's
it's hands round through the seconds
and the minutes to the next appointment
ticking away
as I tick away,uneasily hoping
for words spoken
and a mind calmed,
watching old men with grey beards
and slow stooping bodies
who clutch prescriptions and life.
Old men with sticks.
Old women,young women.
Nurses,porters,receptionists
all clean and tidy,
busy and calm
as my head meet's my hands and my arms
tremble.
My head rumbles and talk's to itself,
talk's to itself,
talk's
tic,talk,tic......
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