Awaiting The Word
What’s up Doc?
When you are living
your normal boring life,
you don’t seem to notice
how the time flies by.
While awaiting a diagnosis,
amazing how it slows.
Even your threatened
breath moderates.
Light days grow darker.
It takes longer to go
and longer to get back.
Each morning a surprise.
The calendar stutters
and forgets to advance,
but clocks circle faster.
You want to know and
you don’t want to know.
You wait for a verdict,
hope for a short sentence
from an empathetic judge,
knowing that even if
you get lucky this time,
it is only a reprieve,
at best a few more years.
Merciless, indifferent,
the future catches up and
ready or not,
it is your turn to leave.