By John Edmondson
These 4 walls
Give me room to think
Stale white purgatory
I’m anxious with anticipation.
My thoughts run wild
“What if”s beat me down
Metaphorically running in circles
Worries glue me to my seat.
She said she’d be back in 20
Keeps me waiting
ELISA you toy with my time
Where are you?
The door opens
In comes my diagnosis
Am I positive
Yes or No?
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