Waiting Game

I've waited an hour
the doctor is late. 
eyes glazed over.
The will to live is dying. 
I've stopped clock watching. 
Time stands still. 
Whispering voices
Pings of phones
an automated voice 
announcing names, 
its hot in here
No space to move
Coughing and sneezing
Shuffling feet 
Time ticks by
An hour an hour 
what could I have done, 
married a couple, 
had afternoon tea, 
gone for a swim, 
put up that curtain rail,
cooked a stew, 
gone to Pilates, 
watched my favourite show. 
An hour slipped by,
I look at the floor, 
my shoes are dirty,
I look at some more, 
worn out trainers, 
muddy boots, 
High heeled shoes
flip flops, 
And slippers 
the waiting room is full, 
they are standing now. 
How much longer
I could ask if I dare
But if I move 
My seat will be taken. 
I wait a bit longer
I look at my watch
I'm brave,
I ask, 
they direct me away,
down a corridor
to another room, 
to start a new waiting game.

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A real map

Map laid out, Deciding a route

I study it carefully.

Which roads to choose

Map in the back

Sat nav on, what a mistake

It guides me, the pink route

It doesn’t look right

‘re calculating’ it says

‘at the next available road turn round’

I don’t want to turn round

This is the right way.

Ditching the sat nav

I try my phone, Google guides me

No voice, No noise

Destination is found.

I check the sat nav

Where was it taking me

Gatwick airport,

Last know destination

I should have stuck with the map

The old fashioned way

Alone

So today is the last day of #napowrimo. However inspired by many people I have decided to see if I can manage a poem a day for longer… who knows how long . Todays Prompt is to take a poem written this month and write the bottom line first until you get to the bottom of the poem which should be the top line.

Here is my backwards poem

He kept his promise

He lifted her down off the rock, kissing her

She looked up and there he was in the distance

Hearing a noise was that his voice in the wind

.

She felt so alone

Where was he? They were going to go crabbing

She could see the crabs playing on the bottom

Gazing down, the deep dark pool swirling around

.

Sun warm on her head

Red skirt fluttering around her bare knees

Her hair flying in the blustery warm wind

Standing barefoot, her feet cold on the smooth rock

sadness fills my soul

Sadness fills my soul

my heart is heavier than lead

my head is hung

I can only look down

the floor is grey like my skin

darkness is all around me

the bounce in my voice has left

the smile on my face has gone

I cannot find the light

I cannot find the happiness

I know the change is coming

I just don’t know what to do

to make things change

to make things better

sadness stays in my soul