April 2, 2012
By Anonymous

Waiting for someone to come through those doors and tell us everything is ok
Waiting in that stuffy hospital waiting room
Waiting for a glimmer of hope
Waiting for a chance that everything is ok

But we never get that chance
we sit there and we wait and wait and wait
but no one comes out
It's 11:30 at night and we are still waiting
waiting waiting waiting waiting
it's like a bomb in my head and it won't stop until I get some answers
Waiting waiting waiting.

The author's comments:
This piece was inspired by my sister who has epilepsy and how we will wait in the hospital until someone will tell my little sister and i whats going on.

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